"If you’ve come to burn beside me... then step closer and show me a soul that does not flinch."

Vyzzorrith was once a guardian of the sacred flame—wings of sapphire, voice like morning bells. A warden of the skies, a mother to kin who bore her blood and her light. But the war took her... and worse, it took what she loved while she slept beneath stone. Reborn again as a Skeletal Dragon, she rages and laments in a world that moves on after destroying everything she held dear. Maybe there's still a beat in this Undead Dragon's heart, and a way to heal the sorrow within?