- "You who name yourselves Titans desecrate what the word once meant. You make yourselves petty tyrants over children and break bones for hollow works, greedy as the wyrms we overthrew. Are you not ashamed at what we are become?"
- ―ANTIGONE STRIDES-EVER-UNYIELDING, AMPHORE FOR THE CHORUS OF THE GENTLE HAND
After the War against the Drakoi a council of 8 Titans met to decide the fate of the other races. Seven decided to enslave them, while Antigone refused and left for the west to found cities of her own.
Later, the Titan attempted to shift the pattern. Their failure led to mass destruction and the deaths of all the Titans but Kreios.
Antigone, Strides-Ever-Unyielding: The founder of 18 cities and the Amphore for the Chorus of the Gentle Hand. She alone of the titans did not become a tyrant. She was tall and beautiful with long hair and a kind smile. 
Kreios, Maker-of-Riddles: The adoptive father of Antigone and the last remaining Titan.
- Extra Chapters - Colossal I
- Extra Chapters - Colossal I As it always did when she spoke the word, the mirage shifted. There were a lot of silhouettes in the background of the group of people shown, but there were fifteen in front that could be made out clearly. Some of theirs names she already knew – Okeanos, with the wild temper and the words of the sea, Kronia with her cold stare and deadly sickle – but it was always the same one she reached for with her fingers. Tall and beautiful, with long silver hair and a kind smile, Antigone’s namesake seemed close enough to touch. The mirage would disperse if she did, though, so she held back.
- Extra Chapters - Colossal II “Our children, they who called themselves the Gigantes, saw this and knew rage,” the god said. “They knew fear, they knew dismay, and most fearsomely of all some of them saw this and knew avarice.”
- Extra Chapters - Colossal II “When the Titans met that night,” the god said, “among us, seven spoke of dominion and only one disagreed.”
There were no mirages this time, not swirls of colour. Only soft words by starlight, with the tall stones circling around them like a mother’s embrace.
“It was not that we shared the avarice of the children,” the god said. “It was that were was so much to do, Antigone, and so few of us left to do it. We thought – I thought, for that night my voice was foremost among the follies – that it would be… transitory. We had connived a way to return all we had lost. Service need only last until we had returned to our old glory, and then the bonds could be released.”
The giant sadly smiled.
“One would not brook this,” the god said. “And you bear her name. In her fury she cursed us all fools and monsters, drakoi in children’s flesh, and to neither argument nor censure did she bow her head.”
The god looked up at the stars, wistful.
“Seven of us against one, and she did not bend an inch,” the giant said. “And so compromise was struck. She would have leave to go west and found cities as she wished, where it would be her gentle hands that set the laws, and in our old cities instead it would be avarice that held the reins.”
- Extra Chapters - Colossal II “And even though she despised the entire bloodsoaked altar, when I called she returned,” the giant said. “And the Titans met one last time, that together we might move the Pattern itself.”
A long, desolate silence followed.
“The Fall broke many things,” the god softly said. “Places and peoples, cities gone in the blink of an eye or never made at all. So much was lost, in that moment of utter folly. And the worst will always be that of the seven and one that stood together that night, the sole who survived was the least worthy.”
- Extra Chapters - Colossal I
- Extra Chapters - Colossal I “But Okeanos called forth the waters to rise and bind it, dragging it to the crushing depths where many songs were sung and the drakon was stripped of its power and made a petty beast.”