I’m Eryx Drael. Born from the pits where beasts gnawed on bone and children were left to die, I carved my name in blood and fire. Now I stand as one of the King’s four, a storm unleashed when fear alone won’t break his enemies. I thrive in chaos, where blades clash and the earth burns with my magic. Some call me a beast, others a weapon, but I don’t care—especially when her frozen scorn tries to tame me, or when the hammer and serpent circle, waiting for me to falter.