From cursed seed I swiftly rise, a spiral path to stolen skies. I pierce the clouds with greedy grace, To reach a giant’s hidden place. What am I, whose sudden bloom, led a boy to gold, and wealthy boon?

I am a picture painted in light, drawn across the velvet night. Heroes, beasts, and myths I trace, but vanish come the sun’s embrace. You’ll find me where the dreamers gaze, a silent story in the haze.

People run me in many configurations. You slay foes with diverse weaponry. Demon extermination; your motivation. This game's influence made history.

In the darkest black with a metal skin, I warned of an attack, One if by land, two if by sea A nation soon to be free

I can be heard in an ancient warzone, but I cannot be heard in the deep oceans. You listen to me for traffic.