In a land before time, where the skies were perpetually aflame, and the mountains stood tall with a fiery passion, there existed a secret society of weightlifters.
These were no ordinary mortals. They wielded iron weights as if they were magic wands, their muscles rippling like the waves of a stormy sea.
Their leader, the great Gorgon the Unyielding, could hoist a boulder with a flick of his wrist, his biceps bulging like balloons in a children's birthday party.