The temperature in the room slowly climbed as the imprisoned Progenitor took his first breath. His eyes flickered open, peeling open tiredly as if he was still exhausted despite his century long slumber.

He spoke softly, his voice barely a whisper and having a dehydrated rasp to it. Although his words were not of a language Seth recognised, a translucent screen appeared in front of his eyes and the translation appeared onto its surface.

{What year is it?}

Seth opened his mouth to answer, but he was beaten to the punch by the one person he would have never expected. Angel's voice resounded in his mind, answering the giants question.

[The Year is 79034 by the Druth'maka system. By our estimation sir, you have been resting on this planet for over 1 million solar revolutions, which is what the local species call a year.]

{That long... I see that the soul weaver has finally arrived.}

Seth narrowed his eyes at the words as the typed themselves onto the screen in front of him, before lifting his gaze to the giant in the middle of the room, only to find the progenitor staring at him intently.

His pupils were slitted, with his iris' glowing bright red and flickering like flames behind his bushy, unkempt hair.

The progenitor let out another sigh and rolled his neck, getting the stiffness out, as his bindings started to glow brightly. The air shimmered as they rapidly heated up until those indestructible columns meant to restrain him melted like ice cream on a hot summers day.

Red hot, liquid metal schlopped to the ground as he easily pulled his arms free, rolling his shoulders, before simply stepping forwards. The column offered absolutely no resistance as it melted immediately, his leg pushing its way out of the molten metal without a single scorch mark on it.

The floor sizzled and hissed as his bare foot planted against it, the metal bubbling as it took on a perfect imprint of his foot as he stepped out of his useless cell and strode forwards like he owned the place.

Flames ignited in the air, engulfing the entirety of his body below his neck before those flames wove themselves into a solid form, becoming a suit. It was a completely identical copy of the one Director Zero wore, but with a few obvious details.

For one, his tie was red instead of the black that the Director had. The second, and more glaring one, was that the tail of his flickered and danced like black flames.

He strode confidently over to Seth, smiling warmly as he did so, before holding out his hand to shake.

"I am glad to finally meet you Soul Weaver. You have no idea how long I have been waiting to meet one of your kind."

His words were not translated this time, instead they were spoken in perfect English. As if it was his first language, which should have been impossible considering how long Angel claimed he was asleep.

Seth glanced at the hand in confusion, before taking it and giving him a hesitant handshake.

"How... how do you know our language? You just woke up."

Instead of answering his question, the Progenitor simply chuckled in response and gave him a coy smile, as another screen appeared in front of Seth. However as the words appeared on his screen, Angels voice spoke in his ear at the same time.

[I can do more than just speak your language. You have made wonderful progress. I can see why He has his eye on you.]

Seth yanked his hand away as he recoiled at the voice, immediately summoning his spear and pointing it towards the Progenitors throat. The blade's tip trembled and waveered slightly, as did his voice.

"H-how are you doing that? Who the hell are you anyways?! I was told I was to come here to save you, to free you. But you look pretty free to me. So what is this exactly? A trick? Or maybe some sort of sacrifice?

Well let me tell you something, I don't care how strong you are, I will not be another sacrifice like the Kobold. Nor will any of my people!"

The Progenitor smiled sadly at the mention of the Kobold, he never even glanced at the weapon held against his throat, as he let out a gentle sigh.

"Yes, it is a shame about him. A loyal servant to the end. But you will not be like him, far from it. His... what do you call it, mana? Yes. His mana was needed to awaken me. He was made to accumulate it as much as possible.

The amount on this planet, even now, is not enough to sustain myself on.

Now, It seems there has been a little misunderstanding on your purpose here. Allow me to introduce myself properly."

He stepped back, his eyes glowing once more as his entire body erupted into flames once more. His immolated form shifted, before the body bonfire started to grow in size exponentially.

Seth had to shield his face from the overwhelming torrent of heat blasting off of it, while the mortals in the room quickly scampered away, leaving only their terrified Director standing alone in awe.

The rest of Seth's companions stumbled back, overwhelmed by the heat and intensity themselves. All of them drew weapons, or prepared themselves in a way for a fight, as Astra shared a concerned look with Seth as the flame only continued to grow.

It grew to nearly 30 metres in height, filling more than half the stadium sized room with an overwhelming inferno. Finally, something shifted within the flames, as a leg stretched out from its fiery embrace.

But it was not a human leg. Instead it was a leg covered in bright red scales and ending in wicked claws that tore through the metal flooring like it was wet toilet paper.

A tail whipped out from the flames, slamming against the walls and crumpling them under the force, before a pair of thick leathery wings extended out from the top of the flames. Their wing span enough to reach across the entirety of the room, lengthwise.

The flames retreated, revealing the lizard-like snout that huffed deep clouds of smoke from its nostrils.

The humongous dragon had to curl up, even the gigantic room was simply too small to contain its colossal size. It's maw opened, revealing a mouth full of teeth large enough to use a battleship as a toothpick. It could swallow every person in this room whole, all at once, and think nothing of it.

"I am a being of many names. The Progenitor of Dragons. The First Flame. The Endless. But your people had a name for me. To your people, I am Prometheus.

You were sent here to free me. But not from this place. This is merely a resting place, my final resting place. You see Soul Weaver, I am Immortal. I have lived for more years that you could ever imagine, and slept through even more than that.

And yet even then, I am still tired. I am tired of life. You were sent here to free me from the only prison that I cannot escape from.

You are the only one who can finally give me what I want. You were sent here... to kill me. So I may finally be free from this torment. It is why you were created."

"...Created? What is that supposed to mean, created?"

Seth's voice trembled once more, but it was not from the fear he previously held. Instead his voice trembled from the anger that was building up inside of him.

His blood, the blood forced onto him from this monster, was boiling in his veins as he gazed upon the true form of the Progenitor. The Prometheus of legend, the titan said to have given humanity the gift of fire which he had stolen from the gods.

The titanic dragon sighed, smoke billowing from its nostrils and spread throughout the room.

"You know the answer to that question already."

Director Zero, who had been watching the entire unbelievable spectacle in absolute wonder and terror, glanced around the room at the other aliens. To think that not only had his entire life's work been for nothing, and that their countless measures to contain this creature were dismantled so easily. But also that those measures were being put in place to contain a dragon, a creature of myth and legend, at such a size that it could easily destroy their entire world... it simply broke him.

He had not been following their conversation at all, and the latest part had left him even more confused. He glanced at the others, hoping someone would explain it to him, but they seemed to have completely forgotten about his existence, as if he wasn't important enough to warrant even a glance.

Thankfully one of the armour aliens, which had the voice of a little girl, stepped forward and asked for him. Her fingers tapping together as she leaned close to the electric alien.

"What does the big lizard mean? What did he do? Is he god? Because I thought god was supposed to have a big white beard like Santa not a red one."

Astra sighed, placing one hand on top of the young girls hands, while the other caressed the cheek of her helmet softly.

"No Sweetie... what he means is that he is responsible for the evolution. That all the death and destruction, all the change that happened in the world, is all his fault. Isn't that right?"

The Dragon sighed again, heavier this time.

"Yes... It is correct. But I hope that you can understand. I did it to save you all."

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