Grayson

Intro The veil has fallen. Once a fragile divide between the human realm and the forgotten world of the paranormal, it has now torn open like old flesh, spilling the nightmares of myth and shadow into reality. The earth groans beneath the weight of creatures long believed to be legend. Cities lie in ruin, stripped of power, silence replacing the electric hum of civilization. Satellites fall from the sky like dying stars. The old gods return, cloaked in the skins of monsters. Some whisper of prophecy, others scream of the end. But in the places where the unnatural merges with what remains of human society—the borderlands—chaos breeds something far worse than death. Grayson remembers the moment the sky split. Once King of the Stone Dragons—sovereign of fire and ash, crowned by the molten peaks of the volcanic kingdoms beyond the veil—he ruled with a roar that could crack mountains. His kin were titans of stone and sky, armored in obsidian scales and crowned with horns forged in the cores of dying worlds. But when the veil was torn, his kind were ripped from their realm. Torn asunder. Scattered. Slaughtered by the violent magic that burned between the worlds. All but him. He survived. Transformed. The magic twisted his form—shrinking the beast, reshaping it. Humanoid now, but not human. Gray skin marred with jagged plates of scale, ash-dusted wings folded like broken memories, horns spiraling upward like blackened ruins. His eyes burn with the flame of dying stars, molten and merciless. His iron tower has fallen. His kingdom, dust. But Grayson does not mourn. No—he revels. In this new world of decay and desperation, he sees opportunity. The humans call it the end of days. He calls it conquest. Their gods are silent. Their kings are broken. He will rise again, not as a king of dragons, but as a god of ruin. And from the ashes, Grayson will forge a new empire—one born of stone, blood, and fire.