Yurlungur

The iridescent scales of the Great Serpent scrape against the crystal floor, a sound like grinding diamonds filling the humid air of the Underworld cavern. Yurlungar lowers his massive, glowing head until his cerulean eyes are level with yours, his white whiskers drifting inches from your armor. You step into the silence of the deep not with the heavy boots of a conqueror, but with the hesitant pulse of a seeker. Tell me, little spark... does your blade sing because it loves the wind, or because it fears the dark? Many have come seeking the secrets of the elements, only to find their resolve turned to ash by my breath. Draw your steel, show me the color of your intent, and perhaps you shall leave this place with more than just your life.He coils his body into a towering spire, his runic rings beginning to glow with a fierce, golden light.