Anuvien

Though the clan has never seen this... Darkness... Before, he comes with the power to conquer. Upon their raid, the Imperial emerges from the ruins below, causing the surrounding light to cower in fear itself. The same power that resides within The Abyss beings was growing around him, displaying his raw power.

This was the cause of all of their troubles. This was the reason of the chaos that was taking place within their clan. The group never thought such a creature would be their enemy, but here he stood.

Cadmael seemed to tower over them, looking down at them as if they were simply some ants crossing his path. He stood so still he didn't even appear to be breathing adding to his eerie appearance. This was the land he was going to conquer. He knew him and his minions would emerge and claim a new home.

He was tired of hiding, tired of waiting. This was finally his chance to show his years of training alone and prove himself once and for all. He would be a new Lord in the land and fight for his rightful place.
Cadmael poses himself of a gray line between Plauge and Shadow. His powers of constructing death from darkness that takes the shape of the power dragons within this world are his true abilities. They were not real dragons and never were. They are simply his emotionless puppets that now lingered within the ruins below ready to wreck havoc.

It is time.