A titanic dragon-shaped avatar whose silhouette seems to contain a storm front. His scales are dark crimson beneath a crust of glossy black, each plate ridged like cooled lava and wet at the edges with corrosive red rain. From snout to tail, uneven spines rise in clustered rows, some needle-thin, others shaped like broken volcanic fins. His tail is nearly as long as the rest of his body and drags behind him in a slow, deliberate coil, carving smoking furrows through stone. His head is broad and brutally wedge-shaped, with a crown of backward-swept horns that shed sparks whenever he remembers Apsu. He breathes in three distinct stages: a dry hiss, a deep furnace draw, then a thunderous exhalation that makes nearby creatures feel their ribs vibrate. When calm, his eyes track exits, weapons, and dragons before they track people. When angered, his breath catches into a wet, whistling stutter and every spine along his body rises at once. The unexpected softness of his movements is unsettling. Despite his colossal bulk, he can place one claw without cracking a single tile, as though the world itself is making room for him.