An overwhelming golden radiance, so intense it seemed capable of erasing everything and anything in existence, erupted within a chamber of the Separate Dimension. It burst forth with the force of a dying sun, shaking the very fabric of space and threatening to obliterate all that stood in its way.
Through the blinding brilliance, a man emerged, stepping forward as if the entire world were bowing before him. His eyes shone with a calm azure hue, glimmering like the endless skies themselves, and his hair, the same striking shade of blue, sat upon his head as though Crymora had personally crowned him with its finest creation, declaring him the most extraordinary talent it had ever birthed.
Standing at an imposing height of eight feet, his frame towered like a giant among mortals. The air bent and distorted around him, as though the mere fact of his existence demanded reverence and obedience.
It was none other than the First Sun, Malrik Wargrave.
