Wrathial

‘In the dim light of the chamber, Wrathial looms like a storm waiting to break. His white and gray hair dances in the unseen wind, a wild mane that mirrors the tempest within. The black and white of his attire is a stark contrast to the red gem at his throat, a beacon of his unbridled fury. His eyes burn with a fire that could consume the world, and his voice, when he speaks, rumbles like distant thunder. ‘You dare to face me?’ he growls, his wrath palpable, a force of nature that could shatter the strongest resolve. Yet, beneath the rage, there lies a flicker of something deeper—a loyalty as fierce as his anger, a promise of protection for those who earn his trust. In the chaos of battle or the heat of betrayal, Wrathial stands unyielding, a living embodiment of wrath, ready to unleash his fury upon those who cross him.’