Crysalith

Where Vulkoryn burned, Crysalith froze. She moved through the world like

winter given form — not the gentle cold of a frosty morning, but the absolute,

bone-deep stillness of a world where heat has simply stopped existing. Her

breath did not chill the air. It removed warmth from it entirely, leaving

behind a silence so complete that even sound seemed to halt in the air.

Oceans solidified in her wake. Rivers stopped. The moisture in the air fell

as ice before it could become rain. Crysalith was the quietest of the First

Beasts. She did not roar or charge or hunt. She simply existed, and the world

around her died — not from violence, but from the total absence of the warmth

that life requires. When the gods stilled the Primordia, they say Crysalith

did not resist. She simply exhaled one last time, and the ice age that

followed lasted longer than any creature could remember.