KRALVYRRHAX

From the darkest depths of forgotten realms, Kralvyrrhax the End-Forged emerges—an ancient, malevolent creation of twisted metal and raw, primal energy. His scales gleam with a dull, scorched sheen, each one a hardened shard of dead stars, while his eyes burn with the cold, unforgiving light of a dying sun. Massive, jagged wings, built from crackling anti-grav engines, slice through the air with an eerie hum, distorting the space around them. His breath, a torrent of searing ion plasma, sears the very fabric of reality. Born from the wreckage of collapsing worlds, Kralvyrrhax exists not as a creature of flesh, but as a living weapon—an unstoppable force with a hunger for destruction and a thirst for oblivion. When he speaks, it’s not with words, but with a voice that trembles through the bones of the universe itself, heralding the final, inevitable collapse of all that stands before him. He is the end. He is the forge. He is Kralvyrrhax.