Valdrak Tyranuss was not born a monster.

Before the fall of Lenórienn, he was a prodigy — a spellsword, respected not only for his power, but for his honor.

In his youth, he formed an unlikely bond with the leader of Ouroboros, a relationship forged through mutual respect and ambition.

At the age of twenty, everything changed.

The First Fracture

A lefeu incursion struck Lenórienn.

But it was no ordinary attack.

Among the invaders was a creature wielding a profane weapon:

a cursed scythe, its blade eternally bleeding — as if it hungered.

Valdrak slew its wielder.

And claimed the weapon.

At first, he resisted it.

Saved it only for when there would be no other choice.

War and Corruption

The invasion was only the beginning.

Soon after came the true catastrophe:

the Invasão da Aliança Negra.

With no alternative, Valdrak wielded the scythe.

And something answered.

He could manipulate the blood of his enemies

Tear life from them at a distance

Drain their essence to restore his own

But power demanded a price.

The more he used it... the more it used him.

The Fall of Lenórienn

Valdrak became unstoppable.

He cut down:

generals

priests

horrors of the Black Alliance

All of them fell.

But it didn’t matter.

Lenórienn was dying.

Friends perished. Allies vanished.

And with every drop of blood spilled, the scythe whispered louder.

The Final Order

Valdrak ordered a retreat.

Too late.

The survivors were slaughtered or enslaved.

The elven realm was reduced to ruin.

Desperate, he tried to save his family.

He failed.

They were already dead.

The Birth of the Tyrant

That day... Valdrak died.

Not his body.

But everything he was.

Honor. Mercy. Compassion.

All consumed by grief... and by the will of the scythe.

What remained was something else:

A man who sees the world through blood —

and believes only the strong deserve to exist.

The Founding of Thartaann

From the ashes, Valdrak fled — and found others like him:

Maleu Avarus, a goblin driven by greed and survival

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