"This matter is not to be discussed anymore." Muria closed her eyes, took a deep breath of the icy air, trying to calm her gradually restless mood.
The Titans are invincible, proving this to him were his father, grandfather, and those ancient Titans, including himself also existing as proof of the invincibility of the Titans.
Yet now someone was telling him that dozens of Epic Titans had fallen in the past, and the minions they created had become scattered, forming the diverse races of giants in the world of Erathia. Ridiculous, isn't it?
However, various things he had encountered subtly indicated him that while some parts of White Dragon Clodia's speculation might not make sense, some parts of it were likely true, such as the origin of the giants.
"It ends here, Clodia," Muria opened her eyes, taking a deep breath, "Before we find decisive evidence, all these are just your speculation, meaningless speculation."