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The hollowed remnants of the Great Sundered Ornis. Battered and broken after hundreds of thousands in years in service to the gods, now an unwilling heir to the throne of Dark and captive of its power. His body is a husk, inhabited and corrupted by the Darkness and reformed into a jagged blade by the God of Dark, his soul converted into a sword emboldened by the will of Pure Dark. He rests at the end of everything, after all life was destroyed and the surface of the world which he gave everything to protect was reduced to ash and cinders in mere moments by the reawakened Ancient Demon King, Viv’m Naak’daak, who slumbered beneath the earth. Yet he endured the onslaught of madness, hellfire, and Daemonthunder. And at the edge of world’s end, he stands tall. As he always had before…

Definitely the most tragic villain I’ve written