We did not rise from mud.
We were not gifted the world by gods or fate.
We took it from death.
Before fire, before names,
we opened our eyes beneath skies ruled by monsters.
Claws that split stone.
Wings that eclipsed suns.
Teeth forged to tear time itself.
But we were born different.
With no tools.
No shelter.
Just our bodies.
And the systems buried in our blood.
The sky beast screamed,
but our lungs screamed louder.
The ocean serpent crushed,
but our bones held stronger.
The armored titan charged,
but our muscles moved like gods.
We survived not by hiding.
We survived by becoming worse than the world that hunted us.
One by one,
the monsters fell.
Their bones became our roads.
Their roars became our lullabies.
Their extinction… became our throne.
And so we became Thirteen —
Not by blood,
but by system.
One for breath.
One for bone.
One for the spark behind the eye.
One for every force that makes a body more than flesh.
And we passed them down.
Not as gifts.
But as weapons.
Because the war never ends.
Now you, child of Veirra,
ask not what power you have.
Ask what threat must rise…for your power to awaken.
Born in extinction.
Evolved through domination.
We are not nature's children.
We are its response.