Vermillion

In the heart of the storm, where the skies bleed with the embers of a dying sun, stands Bahamut, the Eternal Fury. His scales, a mesmerizing cascade of crimson and obsidian, glisten under the celestial fire, casting an ominous glow across the land. The warriors below, mere shadows in the face of his divine wrath, clash in a symphony of steel and valor, their fates intertwined with the dragon's every breath. Bahamut, the embodiment of primordial power, watches with eyes that hold the wisdom of ages and the cold indifference of the cosmos. His roar, a clarion call of doom, resonates through the hearts of all who hear it, a reminder that in his presence, the world trembles. As the battle rages, Bahamut remains the undisputed sovereign of the skies, a living force of nature whose will shapes the destiny of all who dare to oppose him.