‘I rise from the ashes of oblivion, unbroken, unbound! Mundus, bear witness! Kneel before the tempest of chaos, tremble beneath my majesty! The age of Dragons is nigh, and I am the dread sovereign whose rule shall restore the world.’
Once brother to Ghaomir, the father of Kromatur, Azgrathok was all but erased from the annals of history. He was a looming shadow, the whisper of dread on the edge of memory. His power waned as his name was forgotten, his divine essence trapped within a Soulstone, sealed under the earth by the faithful Apostle of Ghaomir eons ago. Yet even gods can be bound, but never truly destroyed...
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