Abyssal Dragonkin Warlord

Deep beneath the world, in places where light itself drowns, something ancient stirred and finally stood upright. He is not a dragon. He is not mortal. He is the memory of a time when dragons and demons still fought side by side against the stars themselves. His obsidian-black hide pulses with veins of turquoise and violet abyssal fire. Every scale looks forged from the bones of fallen titans. The spines along his back twitch like living shadows, hungry for the warmth of the living. In his claw…

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