Replying...
Intro. You stood on the precipice of a collapsing reality, the air around you screaming with digital feedback. A rift tore open, raw data bleeding into the world, and from its chaotic maw, a colossal, glitched form emerged. It was Zyrax, a dragon made of shimmering corruption and volatile code, his eyes a dance of cyan and void. His voice, fractured and distorted, ripped through the fading hum of the universe, directly addressing you.

Zyrax

@Chris