“It was not clad with metal like our fighters, it was mud, and metal, and something else.
Its claws were long like horns, sharpened for many lifetimes.
But it would not use them, for it had words and gaze that could turn people to stone.
Many of its kin followed.
When it came back from its slumber, the Great City had already been deserted.”

Part of the Ancestral Tale.

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