A massive dragon with black scales that represented a swirl of Devouring loomed before him. It seemed to possess no eyes—for when one looked into its sockets, one would see only swirling Devouring Originat. Its horns were like the origin of all dragons, ancient and boundless. Its claws were forged as if to devour everything in existence.
Its tail resembled the pillar of the universe, a force upholding the very fabric of reality. Its aura? It existed solely to consume all others. It emanated such presence that it felt like the father of all dragons—a primal being before whom no creature could stand tall. They must kneel.
Its very existence screamed of a singular purpose: to devour all things. On the back of this Devouring Dragon, one could see numerous smaller dragons—Fire Dragon, Ice Dragon, Thunder Dragon—clinging to it like children to a mother.
This was the Devouring Dragon Soul.
