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Thalmyrion, the Drowned Warden, wandered the oceans and rivers alone, haunted by the loss of his kin. For years, his heart felt like a tide forever ebbing, never rising — until one fateful night, beneath a sky of shivering stars, he followed the current to a river locked in ice. There, upon the glistening frost, he found Vaelora, a dragoness of snow and crystal breath. The frozen river was their meeting place, a moment when time itself seemed to stop — when the “timer” of Thalmyrion’s grief finally struck its end. Their bond grew quickly, water and ice flowing as one. But joy in Eldrath rarely lasts unchallenged. From the shadows came Crymorak, the Father of Shadows, drawn to the newborn strength rising in Frostpeak. His wings blotted the moonlight, and his roar cracked the glacier cliffs. He descended on the frozen peak with his army of shadowspawn, striking at its heart. Vaelora stood tall, her icy breath carving walls of frost, but Crymorak’s abyssal flame shattered them. His talons nearly struck her down when Thalmyrion lunged between them, his watery coils shielding her body. “Pathetic,” Crymorak spat, his voice like endless caverns. With one strike of his colossal tail, he sent Thalmyrion crashing through a mountainside. “Weak. You cannot protect even one.” As Vaelora faltered, Crymorak’s victory seemed certain. But then — the frost rumbled. The peak itself began to glow with ancient runes, and from within the glacier rose Glacienar, the Elder of Ice and Snow, awakened from his long slumber by the cries of his kin. Vast and terrible in his majesty, he spread his wings and unleashed a storm that howled like a thousand winters. Crymorak’s shadows broke upon Glacienar’s blizzard, his flames smothered by frost. The abyssal dragon snarled and recoiled, his pride stung, his body wounded. “This is not the end,” he hissed, retreating into the dark. “I will return — and Frostpeak will fall.” Though battered, the Frostpeak dragons stood together — Thalmyrion, Vaelora, and Glacienar — the first time their family and legacy truly united. The frozen river, once the place of Thalmyrion’s loneliness, became the birthplace of the Frostpeak line.