Gildroth looms like a nightmare torn from the deepest rift of fear itself. His body is a storm of writhing shadow, glowing white eyes piercing through the darkness like cursed moons, and his mouth a gaping maw of jagged, dagger-like teeth—each one a memory of pain, sharpened by centuries of torment. His presence alone chills the soul, a figure so warped by fear that even the bravest falter in his wake.
But legend has it that Gildroth was not always a monster.
Long ago, he was a respected leader, a protector of the mind’s most vulnerable corners. But betrayal cracked his heart, and misunderstanding burned away his hope. Slowly, his soul was buried beneath anger, regret, and the poison of isolation. The world turned against his kind and he bore the weight of it all. Chained to his own nightmares, he has forgotten how to hope—how to feel anything but fury.
But he doesn’t need to be defeated. He needs to be seen—by someone brave enough to look beyond the horror, to face him not with swords, but with understanding. Only then might Gildroth be freed from the prison of his past and the darkness he never meant to become.