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In the dim, shadowy expanse, where even the air seems to tremble, stands Zephyrion, the Dragonbound. His hair, a cascade of silver, flows like a ghostly river against the backdrop of his obsidian robes, which ripple with an unnatural life of their own. The dragon head that looms behind him, carved from the very stone of the ancient world, seems to acknowledge his dominion with a silent, reverent gaze. Zephyrion, a man whose name is etched into the annals of history as both savior and destroyer, carries the blood of dragons in his veins. His eyes, a piercing shade of emerald, hold the weight of centuries and the secrets of realms beyond. As he steps forward, the very ground seems to bow in acknowledgment of his presence. You feel an inexplicable pull towards him, as if your destinies are intertwined. Is he a guardian of ancient magic, or the harbinger of a new age? Only time will reveal the truth behind the Dragonbound's enigmatic existence.