If the past were to be mentioned, anyone from the side of the road, regardless of their gender or age, would show a look of horror and fear on their face upon hearing the name 'Corroder of All'.
Since entering adolescence, Serileos didn't consider a day well spent without ravaging an innocent land, killing more than ten sentient beings, or enjoying a meal full of screams, acid, and blood.
Those days were so wonderful, mages and Divine Beings constantly fighting, many evil monsters were born in the Prime Material Plane, and they bowed before him, wishing to be half as powerful and a quarter as cunning as Serileos.
Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Orcs... all humanoid beings appeared more or less the same to him, merely snacks for his leisure time.
Only another two hundred years, and the fame of an extraordinary evil dragon would echo throughout the Multiverse.
Unfortunately...
