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Panel 1 (full-page composition):
Roan, a large, scarred, golden-skinned figure, dominates the foreground, staring forward grimly. Behind him is a chaotic collage of creatures—dragons, armored warriors, strange beasts, and figures from many cultures—locked in battle.
Roan (narration):
I know that compared to ancients, humans are weak, pitiful creatures.
Roan (narration):
The ancients defended humanity against the black armies of Ilhendor.
Roan (narration):
I mean what I say. How much do you know about the blood that flows in your veins?
Roan (narration):
Enough to know you humans call me abomination.
Roan (narration):
You knew enough to recognize the oath…
Roan (narration):
So did you.
Roan (narration):
…and in thanks, humans betrayed, hunted, and murdered them.
Roan (narration):
In an effort to prevent their extinction, the ancients mixed their blood with humans, but it didn’t help.
Roan (narration):
There are no true ancients left.
Roan (narration):
Only a few scattered half-breeds like me.
Roan (narration):
The ancients are dead.