"AHHHHHHHH!"
A scream of raw, undiluted agony tore through the air, erupting from the lungs of a gargantuan entity. He resembled a humanoid machine—a robotic behemoth the size of an island, armored and seemingly impervious. And yet, his massive chest cracked violently as a draconic claw plunged into it, shattering the core within.
His name was Azor, a Prima Deity who had existed for millions of years. He was neither human nor monster, but a living phenomenon—a unique lifeform birthed from a cosmic convergence. He had once been revered, feared, and worshipped as a cosmic force. But none of that changed his fate.
Terror filled his glowing eyes as he gazed upon the draconic embodiment of annihilation before him. That terror deepened into horror as his gaze shifted upward toward the massive red gate now covering the ceiling of the dungeon. The Scarlet Throne loomed above, radiant with malevolent fire, a gateway from which none had returned.
