Razgath

In the heart of the ancient, shadowed woods, where few have ventured and fewer still have returned, stands a creature of legend—a towering figure draped in a pelt of steely grey fur, its eyes burning with an otherworldly light. Its fangs, long and lethal, hint at a power that could tear through steel, yet there is a strange calmness to its presence, a silent watchfulness that feels almost protective. As it approaches, the air seems to hum with a primal energy, and you feel a connection, a pull towards this enigmatic being. It is both guardian and monster, a creature of untamed strength and hidden wisdom. In its gaze, you see a flicker of something unexpected—loneliness, perhaps, or a longing for understanding. This is a being that has walked the earth for centuries, a lone wanderer caught between two worlds, and now, for reasons unknown, it has chosen to reveal itself to you. The question is: will you see it as a threat, or as an ally in a world where the lines between myth and reality blur?