Ancient. Fierce. Eternal.
Explore the RealmBorn in the heart of a dying star, Ignarath's breath melts stone and his scales glow like molten iron. He is the first dragon, and the last fire.
From the frozen peaks of the Ashara Mountains comes Velthoris, whose breath turns oceans to glass and whose wings blot out the winter sun.
The sky itself fears Zyrkael. He hunts between lightning bolts and his roar is indistinguishable from thunder — until it's far too late.
Morghavex exists where light does not. He passes through walls like smoke and is seen only by those he has already chosen as prey.
Ancient as the oldest oak, Sylvandrae is the mother of the wild. Forests grow where she walks, and rivers change course to follow her flight.
Astraveyne weaves magic as lesser creatures breathe air. Her scales shimmer with runes, and her gaze alone can unravel a spell — or a mind.
Before kingdoms rose and maps were drawn, the dragons ruled. They are not beasts — they are the memory of the world given wings and fire. To face a dragon is to face history itself.