Dvoryx

Dvoryx was a mistake — or a joke, depending on which god you asked. Two minds

in one colossal body, each head possessing its own will, its own hunger, its

own idea of where to go. They agreed on nothing. When one head lunged east,

the other pulled west. When one roared in fury, the other fell silent in

contemplation. The result was a creature of terrifying power that spent most

of its existence fighting itself. On the rare occasions when both heads agreed

— when prey was close enough or a threat was large enough to unify their

attention — Dvoryx was among the most devastating forces in the Primordia.

But those moments were brief. Lira watched Dvoryx with particular amusement,

seeing in its endless internal argument a reflection of every choice the world

would ever face: the war between two paths, and the paralysis of never being

able to choose.