最后的巨龙

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It is possible to hear at least two exchanges after a successful meta before the map closes, as they are on a 5-6 minute cooldown. Soo-Won: I'm...I'm so tired. The others...are they safe? Aurene: For now. Soo-Won: I didn't want to hurt anyone. Aurene: What is this place? Soo-Won: It was the beginning... Soo-Won: Where I brought my children into being when all was timeless, cold, and empty... Soo-Won: And with their coming, I watched as the world grew all around...full of hope in the warmth of a maturing sun. Aurene: Primordus, Kralkatorrik, the others...they were all here as the world formed? Soo-Won: A while, yes. I created them as tools—mindless as Nature—to stay the Void's unrelenting push toward entropy... Soo-Won: But here, so long ago, there was a time they called me..."Mother." Aurene: Soo-Won, I...I sometimes think about everything that happened to your children—if there was some other way— Soo-Won: No, they were bound to their nature. Soo-Won: But in that brief time we had together, before their fated purpose set in, it was...blissful. Soo-Won: But the truth is, as I'd look down at them, sleeping soundly, I was already mourning them. Aurene: What were they like? Soo-Won: Mordremoth was busy learning to cultivate the earth. His roots spreading so early. Soo-Won: And Primordus? He never ventured out, instead preferring the warmth of my curled-up tail. Aurene: And...my grandfather, Kralkatorrik? Soo-Won: Ah, Kralkatorrik...we will talk of him later... Aurene: You said you'd tell me of my grandfather? Soo-Won: Kralkatorrik was a hunter before he could even fly. Life had only just begun to form, and already he was stalking it. Soo-Won: As an adolescent he'd go out alone, and each night I feared he wouldn't return—he was so young. Fragile. Stubborn. Soo-Won: But each evening there would be a gift—a fresh kill! And then he'd retire for the night without a word. Soo-Won: That's when I first began to notice the change in Zhaitan... Aurene: What change did you see in Zhaitan? Soo-Won: A curiosity in all that was dead. Soo-Won: Jormag first drew my attention to it...but they had already developed their own fascinations... Soo-Won: They were all changing, as if some last piece of them lay dormant and one day awoke, forming who they really were... Soo-Won: Until they were strangers to me, and too often at each other's throats. And my own. Soo-Won: We have so little power over what our children become... Soo-Won: One morning...they were gone... Soo-Won: It was foolish, really. I realized that I wanted to be a mother, Aurene. To feel that...connection. Aurene: It seems you had it...for a while? Soo-Won: Mmm, but fond memories are harder when they're buried by what might have been. Soo-Won: Instead, all I became was a mother of pain, anguish... The mother of five dead children— Aurene: It wasn't your doing. We're all pawns in our own way. You wanted what we all do: to love...to be loved. Soo-Won: I suppose it's why I focused on mortals...Maybe I could be a better mother to them. Soo-Won: But it seems like shallow folly to talk of love in the face of all that occurred out there... Soo-Won: Now, please leave me. Sleep may offer some respite...