"We often believe that new history is carved over the old ones, but it is the same ancient legacy that weaves itself differently, and carries out with time."
~Tasmiya Shaik
REALM OF MYTHGAR
ENGMAAR RUINS
The Narrak underling's remains were charred, blackened, and hardened like rock. His body permanently adapted the scales of his true identity as a Zilantis Narrak of the lower class. His face wore an expression of horror from the final moments of fear that awakened within him before death had claimed his life force. The wings that grew out from the back of his human flesh were burnt to a crisp, like thin, steel rods. There were cracks in the hardened scales that were embedded into his body. Eyes widened in terror he was struck with from the monster he dared to challenge.
