Trikarion

If Dvoryx was a mistake, Trikarion was a warning. Three heads rose from a

single mountainous body, and each one carried a different apocalypse in its

throat. The first breathed fire — not the bright, golden flame of Aurelion,

but a dark, consuming heat that left nothing behind except ash. The second

exhaled lightning — crackling arcs that struck the earth and turned sand to

glass. The third spat venom — a corrosive mist that ate through stone and

bone alike. Trikarion did not need to hunt. It simply walked, and the world

withered around it. The other First Beasts gave it space. Even Kaijurath,

the Supreme Apex, was wary of a creature that carried three different deaths

and could unleash them all at once. When the gods ended the Primordia, it

took the combined effort of Lux, Kael, and Mortis to still Trikarion's three

hearts. One for each head. One for each catastrophe. One for each silence.