More Creations: Infernak, Lord of the Ashen Peaks

When the veil between realms thinned and the mountains began to bleed fire, Infernak clawed his way from the molten depths. Born not of flesh, but of the world’s hatred and decay, he rose wreathed in smoke and sorrow. The first breath he drew turned the air to ash; the first step he took shattered the bones of the earth. Ancient seals once bound his rage beneath the peaks, yet time and hubris broke what gods had forged. Now, his voice is thunder, his blood is lava, and his eyes burn with the memory of a thousand dying worlds. Those who gaze upon the Ashen Peaks hear his whisper — “The fire never died. It only waited for me.”