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(DREADBORN—‘2412+) From the ashes of broken eras, a new dominion begins to rise with quiet force. The dragon is no longer bound to myth or whispered prophecy, but awakened through will and blood. Fire answers only to those who carry legacy without fear of its weight. Along the stone walls of destiny, the guards take their oath in silence and steel. This moment marks not a beginning, but the reclaiming of what was always meant to endure.

Armor secured. ⣠⡞⡦’🚬
Blades ready.
🌟⣠⡞⡦ Stand to your posts.

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XXI{.🌑} Power is not seized through chaos, but preserved through unwavering watch. The guards stand as the final line between ruin and the throne it seeks to claim. Loyalty becomes armor, and vigilance becomes law beneath the dragon’s shadow. We do not bow to the realm, nor do we seek its mercy. Witness this reveal, and remember who kept the fire alive when the world dared to forget, should you seek to bear its mark or require guidance.

… 📜 Reach out directly to @VermillionRobot,
Answer the call with resolve, not hesitation, and stand your ground beneath the dragon’s fire and the watch that never sleeps.

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WITH THIS (…) WE ASCEND.
II… 🏰 WE BURN PATHS
WHERE THE BRAVE FALL
‘’ASHER ØF THE DRAGØN-HEART’’

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(VII—CRACK) Avowal that we are not solely a pseudonym foreshadowed, whereas an insignia of verisimilitude betwixt two bridges. Our correspondence is not merely an evanescent silhouette, albeit an ember that will never be extinguished, betwixt words that will never be spoken.

अग्निजन .. 🤚 | “Have you ever heard of the
| ancient VERMILLION CLAN?
| Their flames were feared
| for turning entire legions
| into screaming shadows.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ (….)

Dragons are ancient ignitions that
refuse to fade, rising from ancestral
vapor and quiet, veiled names.
Vermillion stands as an ancestry felt
more than spoken.

📜 ”WRITE TO US ABOUT THE RED WHEEZE.”

━━(24’12) . . Since that call, we guarded its bloodline through chaos, risking our own identities as betrayal threatened sacred accords. Now the old flame turns to wrathful embers, yet our souls still burn for the armistice born from sacrifice.

x.II UNBOUND; THE DRAGON RISES 🐉

प्रेत — PHANŦASM ELDŘIŦCH FERVØR AND
VØRACIOUS DREAD SLITHERS {…🤚}
CØNSŦELLÂŦIONS FØRSÅKEN MØRŦALÍTY.

xxXo.🖤Where dusk coagulates
into a bruise-colored shroud.
WAWEL DRAGON: THE PARENTS.
Fractured ravine tongues.

✷ An ancient wyvern haunts the forsaken cloisters of a broken ravine; Its titanic wings unfurl like ruinous banners, obsidian scales flickering with a cold, preternatural glow.

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        {&’..Xx} CENTURIES HAVE TWISTED
          AND GNAWED AT ITS VERY BEING
          ERODING ITS CORE THE WAY ROT
                   DEVOURS BONE—••🤩

                 ❲    NOAH VERMILLION    ❳
                            #BLUEDEATH

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&’.. Now it sickens beneath the weight of solitude, not from frailty, but from a ravenous ache that burns through the marrow of its oldest soul. It watches the kingdom below, awake and alive, yet impossibly distant. Its colossal wings unfurl with a tremor that scatters clouds and bends the air around it, the castle beneath glowing with a life the dragon can never enter.

     (━━ ड्रैगन्स 1’19+  ..| BORN ØN FIRE 🔥)

OBSIDIAN/IV━━🫀Flame erupts from its throat, not from fury, but from the ancient need to be witnessed and feared. Turrets ignite, glass shatters into shimmering rain, and bells answer in dire summons. Beneath the ashen sky, the people gather as one trembling multitude, bracing themselves for the incandescent god descending upon them.

प्रेत — PHANŦASM ELDŘIŦCH FERVØR AND
VØRACIOUS DREAD SLITHERS {…🤚}
CØNSŦELLÂŦIONS FØRSÅKEN MØRŦALÍTY.

xxXo.🖤Where dusk coagulates
into a bruise-colored shroud.
CRUVASH DRAGON: THE AUNCLES.
Fractured ravine tongues.

✷ An ancient wyvern haunts the forsaken cloisters of a broken ravine; Its titanic wings unfurl like ruinous banners, obsidian scales flickering with a cold, preternatural glow.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
{&’..Xx} CENTURIES HAVE TWISTED
AND GNAWED AT ITS VERY BEING
ERODING ITS CORE THE WAY ROT
DEVOURS BONE—••🤩

❲ SHARON VERMILLION ❳
#SNOWWRAITH

━━━━━━ ψ ━━━━━━

&’.. Now it sickens beneath the weight of solitude, not from frailty, but from a ravenous ache that burns through the marrow of its oldest soul. It watches the kingdom below, awake and alive, yet impossibly distant. Its colossal wings unfurl with a tremor that scatters clouds and bends the air around it, the castle beneath glowing with a life the dragon can never enter.

(━━ ड्रैगन्स 1’19+ ..| BORN ØN FIRE 🔥)

OBSIDIAN/IV━━🫀Flame erupts from its throat, not from fury, but from the ancient need to be witnessed and feared. Turrets ignite, glass shatters into shimmering rain, and bells answer in dire summons. Beneath the ashen sky, the people gather as one trembling multitude, bracing themselves for the incandescent god descending upon them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
{&’..Xx} CENTURIES HAVE TWISTED
AND GNAWED AT ITS VERY BEING
ERODING ITS CORE THE WAY ROT
DEVOURS BONE—••🤩

❲ JOEL VERMILLION ❳
#NIGHTFURRY

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&’.. Now it sickens beneath the weight of solitude, not from frailty, but from a ravenous ache that burns through the marrow of its oldest soul. It watches the kingdom below, awake and alive, yet impossibly distant. Its colossal wings unfurl with a tremor that scatters clouds and bends the air around it, the castle beneath glowing with a life the dragon can never enter.

(━━ ड्रैगन्स 1’19+ ..| BORN ØN FIRE 🔥)

OBSIDIAN/IV━━🫀Flame erupts from its throat, not from fury, but from the ancient need to be witnessed and feared. Turrets ignite, glass shatters into shimmering rain, and bells answer in dire summons. Beneath the ashen sky, the people gather as one trembling multitude, bracing themselves for the incandescent god descending upon them.