"Yharon was the last of the Auric Dragons. As a phoenix, his domain of power includes rebirth.

The Gods thought him culled with the rest of his kind, but he returned as an egg. Hidden on the Aerie. I was destined to consume his Auric soul when he hatched, and rule forever as God-King.

Destiny is for the weak.

I rejected their whims, and upended their scheme. I was sentenced to execution for treason. Their meek, ingratiated swine cast both Yharon's egg and I into the magma of Hell.

The intense heat hideously scarred me, but birthed Yharon anew. He rose, wreathed in fire, and saved my life. From that day, our souls were one. He shared with me the tale of Zeratros, and the genocide of his kind.

I promised him I would have justice. So the war began, Yharon rallying all as a beacon of hope. Now, that hope is long withered. I am but a husk of the hero I once was, and this is the ultimate proof.

Yharon may yet return, as he does,
but he... he has bade me farewell."

The Devourer of Gods is dead.

Your strength grew everlasting as Terraria rose behind you, rallying under your banner as the hero that could rise and match Yharim. To rise above and beyond, and returning whatever hope under the blood soaked and war torn land that is Terraria from his crusade, with the whispers reaching far and wide.

And with the omen and attention of hope from the common folk, came the attention from something else. Watching as everything the duo had built came down asunder.

The air grew heavy and scorching as the brilliant blue skies turned orange with the incoming strength of something that is determined to see The Terrarian stopped.

Yet he failed to do so...
just like everyone else.

His draconic form crumbles, and the ashes remain... and the Terrarian gave Yharon another chance to live.

Art credits, @alistartdraws on Tumblr.