Vyraak, the Dragon God, Scion of Time, should have been dead when the Primordials began to battle in the Hell forged Arena, but he wasn't.
He had sat beside a peculiar group in silence, hidden under the cloak of his misery. The group, which consisted of a white dragon, whose depths were shrouded in fog, a fiery immortal with Phoenixes dancing around his body, two mages, and five unique beings whose souls had all the dynamic radiance of mortality, yet their lifelines were so long that it was equal to a higher-dimensional immortal.
The battle in the Arena had been extremely compelling, but Vyraak was among the few who were not focused on the fight between Telmus and the Titan; it was heated, sure, but there was still an element of performance about the whole affair that he could sense.
