Chaosbringer

The moment Craig von Darkstar's boots settled onto the ash-dusted ledge at the entrance of the fissure, a sudden, profound shift rippled through the suffocating heat of the volcanic air.

Deep within the subterranean depths of the cavern, where rivers of liquid magma flowed like molten blood, a pair of slitted, golden-crimson pupils snapped open in the darkness.

A familiar, unmistakable scent drifted inside—a scent woven with the primordial embers of abyss flames and the absolute, unyielding resonance of a soul bond.

The colossal beast did not pause, nor did it assume the defensive posture of an apex predator defending its territory.

It knew that scent.

It knew that soul.

From the pitch-black mouth of the massive fissure, a low, deep rumble shook the mountain's bedrock.

Moments later, the colossal form of Chaosbringer emerged into the harsh daylight.

The dragon was a breathtaking, awe-inspiring terror of nature.