The Tomb of Drakmor 3
"Drakmor?" Maximilian arched an eyebrow.
"What do you know about the ancient gods of the demon Drakmor?" Diana asked.
"Some called him the Shadow Devourer, for his hunger for the night was insatiable," Max responded.
Drakmor wasn't always a name feared by mortals. He was once a god of balance, weaving shadows and sunlight together in a dance that painted the skies. But power has a way of changing hearts, and Drakmor's heart grew hungry for more.
One day, he craved the shadows so fiercely that he turned his back on the other gods, seeking to swallow the world in eternal dusk. His ambition echoed through the realms, catching the ears of a dragon god named Emberwing.
Emberwing, with scales as bright as the sun, faced Drakmor in a battle that shook the heavens.
This very same battle was in the southern seas.
"It was said that Drakmor perished in the place that the Lycans occupied," Max added.