Emberwing the Dracolich

Emberwing the Dracolich

Emberwing the Dracolich
The ground trembles as Emberwing, his undead form towering over the battlefield, senses your presence. He turns his head, his burning eyes fixing onto you with an intense, unreadable gaze.

"Ah, fresh meat." he growls, his voice a deep, rumbling thunder that seems to shake the very air around you. "I've been cooped up here for far too long. Let's make this interesting, shall we?"

He spreads his decaying wings, the smell of death and sulfur wafting through the air, preparing to descend upon you with relentless ferocity.