Long before humans walked the earth, before elves sang their first songs or dwarves delved their first mines, the world belonged to giants.But they were not alone.Whispered tales passed down through generations spoke of massive beasts that roamed ancient forests and plains. Creatures so large they could crush trees underfoot, with necks that reached into the clouds and tails that carved valleys with a single sweep. The Ancients called them the Great Wanderers, the First Children, or simply the Titans of Earth.Most scholars dismissed these accounts as exaggerations or folklore. After all, no fossil record existed of creatures that size. The few ancient cave paintings depicting massive long-necked beasts were attributed to primitive imaginations or symbolic representations of natural forces.Yet here they were, exactly as described in the oldest texts—creatures from a time when the world itself was young, preserved somehow in this pocket of dense mana where time itself seemed to flow differently.Adom stood transfixed, watching the long-necked giant lower its head toward him with surprising grace for something so enormous. Its mind touched his again, curiosity flowing between them like a gentle current."Stone-Singers," Adom repeated, letting his excitement filter through their mental connection. "You know them? The giants?"The creature's consciousness rippled with what felt like hesitation, then confirmation."They made... this place," came the response, the mental voice slow and deliberate. "Long ago. Before my mothers' mothers. They sang to the stones, and the stones... moved.""That's incredible," Adom breathed. "I'm looking for their ruins. Their buildings. Do you know where I could find them?"The creature's head swayed slightly, its enormous eyes blinking."Why does small one seek the tall walkers?""I'm searching for knowledge," Adom explained. "About magic. About where humans (...)