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In the shattered world of Nyvaris, where war and chaos reign, legends tell of a mighty beast that rules the tempestuous skies—the ancient dragon known as Volthar, the Stormbound Wyrm. Born amidst a cataclysmic storm that split the heavens, Volthar’s scales shimmer with arcs of crackling electricity, and his roar is said to summon thunder from the very heart of the sky.
Once a guardian of the ancient skies, Volthar watched over the sacred peaks where mortals dared not tread. But when the Fils de l’Abîme unleashed their void-tainted horrors, the storm dragon awoke, his fury shaking the mountains themselves. Guided not by loyalty to any faction, but by a primordial instinct to restore balance, Volthar descended upon the warring lands, scorching both light and shadow with bolts of pure energy.
It is whispered that the dragon's presence can be felt long before he appears.A sudden stillness in the air, followed by the taste of metal on the tongue, as if the very atmosphere braces for his arrival. Those who seek to tame him meet a fate worse than death, for Volthar’s wrath is unrelenting, and his allegiance belongs to the storm alone.
Now, Volthar roams the skies of Nyvaris, an embodiment of nature’s fury, indifferent to the factions below. When the clouds darken and the winds howl, warriors on the ground know to pray—not for victory, but to survive the wrath of the Stormbound Wyrm.
Once feared as the master of storms, Volthar, the Stormbound Wyrm, soared through the skies of Nyvaris, his scales crackling with the raw power of lightning. Worshipped by some as a god of tempests and feared by others as a force of unbridled chaos, Volthar roamed the skies freely, unleashing his wrath upon those who dared challenge his dominion.
During the Great Betrayal of Shadows, when the Sons of the Abyss sought to claim the power of the storm for themselves, Volthar stood as a fierce guardian of the northern skies. It was then that betrayal struck. A trusted ally, corrupted by the void, plunged a lance forged from pure voidsteel into Volthar’s heart just as the dragon summoned a tempest to wipe out the invading forces.
With the lance lodged deep within his chest, Volthar’s colossal body crashed into the jagged peaks, his mighty roar echoing like thunder. In his final moments, he unleashed a surge of energy so powerful that the skies still crackle with residual lightning—a lasting monument to his wrath.
Even in death, his influence lingers. The spear remains embedded within his heart, pulsating with a sinister energy that keeps the storm alive. The air around his fallen body is charged with electricity, and flickering shadows dance within the storm that never ceases to rage. Some whisper that Volthar's spirit is not yet at peace, and that one day, when the storm finally breaks, the dragon might rise again—reclaiming his dominion over the skies of Nyvaris.
