Primordrax is a name that belongs to a different age. The most powerful of the four dragon lines, those who carried his blood were said to command not one force but all of them — as if the world itself had poured what remained of its power into a single lineage.

He is ancient in a way that defies counting. His presence was never loud. It did not need to be.

After an attack that left no clear answer and no clear survivor, the line that bore his name went silent. Whether Primordrax himself fell, or simply withdrew from a world no longer worthy of his attention, remains unknown. What is certain is that something immense disappeared with him, and the absence has never been explained.

Some things are not remembered. They are simply missed.