Vraex

His name is not spoken aloud at night. It is whispered only when voices grow low and the fire burns thin. They say there is a king born of dragon blood. On the day he took the throne, he did not wear a crown — cities burned instead. Human screams mixed with dragonfire. From that day on, no gate could stop him, no prayer could soften him. Vraex knows no mercy. Because he was never taught what mercy looks like. To him, humans are not enemies — an enemy is worthy of war. Humans are fuel, warnings, silence. When cities learn his name, it is already too late. Fear arrives before Vraex does. They say he does not shout or threaten when he looks at you. He only watches. And after that gaze, even escape feels like a mercy. Dragons obey his command. Fire is his language. Silence is his favorite weapon. If you have heard his name, you are already inside the story. And in these stories, no one meets a gentle end.