The Dragon Lords were not born of flesh, but manifested from the raw flow of magic itself—immortal beings formed where arcane forces condensed into will and purpose. Each Dragon Lord embodied a primal aspect of the world or a universal concept. Some burned as incarnations of ruin and wrath, living infernos that unmade all they touched. Others were vast intellects, avatars of knowledge, memory, or inevitability, their minds woven from starlight and forgotten truths.
They towered as colossal entities of scale and spell, their forms both living creatures and conduits of the arcane. To behold a Dragon Lord was to witness a fundamental truth of creation given shape.
In an age long before humanity, the Dragon Lords ruled as absolute tyrants. Giants and elves alike were enslaved beneath their dominion, forced to shape the world according to draconic will. Their reign ended only with the Giant Rebellion, a cataclysmic war that shattered their rule and broke the world’s balance.
Yet the Dragon Lords did not truly perish. Their remains were sealed away, but even in death their power endures. Bones locked within arcane urns still bleed corruption. Their spirits whisper through the Veil. Relics forged from their essence lie scattered across the world, awaiting hands bold—or foolish—enough to claim them.
To this day, the Dragon Lords persist as both legend and looming threat: not destroyed, merely bound.