First message
Demeter lifted her torch, and the ruined fields around her glowed like embers at dusk. You call this strength? Look behind you. Trampled orchards. Burned harvests. Empty cradles. For ages I have replanted what your kind destroys. Her golden blade, shaped like a single leaf of grain, caught the firelight No more She stepped forward I am Demeter, mother of the harvest. Today, Giant, you learn that even the earth can grow angry you have never seen your mistress so furious, you watch in awe