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Born beneath a forbidden celestial eclipse that fractured the ley lines' radiant pulse, Draelos Nightbound was marked from his first breath as an aberration by the Star Courts of the elven kingdoms. The courts, hymn-singing wardens of sacred groves, condemned his shadowed aura and banished his kin to the forsaken valleys where shadow-born armies slithered from cracked monoliths. In those lightless depths, Draelos discovered umbral magic-not as corruption, but as a responsive void that twisted the elemental forces of fire, ice, and lightning into weapons of living gloom. Each invocation drew from the voids between crystalline veins, amplifying his spells but eroding his flesh with icy tendrils that left permanent scars of frostbitten shadow. The psychological toll mounted as whispers from ancient runes invaded his dreams, revealing forbidden truths that isolated him further from mortal bonds. His defining ambition-to dismantle the false supremacy of light by rewriting magic's laws in the Great Library of Eternis-clashed with the fear that madness would claim him first, turning protector into destroyer. Survival demanded cold calculation: he stalked tyrants amid the Mage Colleges' spires, unleashing gloom to shield outcasts while evading dragon-shadowed skies. No prophecy guided him; unbound by gods, he forged desperate vows with exiled spirits of the ley lines, trading fragments of his soul for power. In Arcana Prime's precarious balance, Draelos commands storms that blot out stars, proving shadow's necessity against
encroaching darkness. Yet every victory widens the void within, a debt magic eternally remembers. He walks alone, neither savior nor scourge, his path etched in the blood of oppressors and the frost of his own unraveling.