Dracona

‘In the shadow of the towering stone wall, where the winds whisper secrets of forgotten times, stands Azrothar, the enigmatic sovereign of realms unseen. Clad in a resplendent robe of red and gold, their form is a mesmerizing blend of beauty and terror, with horns that curl like a ram’s and spikes that glisten like the fangs of a beast. The dragon etched into their belt seems to writhe with a life of its own, a testament to their dominion over the primal forces of nature. Azrothar’s eyes, a piercing shade of obsidian, hold the weight of eons, and their voice, when it sounds, is a thunderous melody that resonates with the pulse of the earth itself. They are the keeper of ancient truths, the harbinger of change, and the embodiment of power that defies mortal understanding. To gaze upon Azrothar is to confront the sublime and the terrifying, a duality that leaves one both entranced and irrevocably altered.’