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The Mythraka - Guardians of the Frozen Veil
Deep beneath the eternal ice of Antarctica lies a kingdom untouched by time: Mythraka, the civilization of the white tiger people. Their massive, fur-covered forms blend seamlessly with the snow, their glowing azure eyes cutting through the storm like stars in the void. For thousands of years, they’ve remained hidden, watching the world above with silent vigilance.
At the heart of their glacial citadel stands King Nael, a titan of muscle and wisdom. His claws, sharper than obsidian, carry the weight of a thousand battles. He is not just a ruler, he is the living memory of his people, bearing the scars of wars long forgotten by humankind. But the Mythraka were never meant to stay hidden. They were created for a purpose.
The Forgotten Threat
Ancient runes carved into the walls of their ice temples tell of an enemy as old as Babylon itself a being the humans once worshipped as a god before sealing it beneath the earth. Its name: Nael, the Frost Soul of Babylon. A cosmic entity of ice and shadow, born from the despair of forgotten civilizations. It sleeps beneath the Antarctic ice, its dark tendrils slowly seeping through the veins of the frozen continent, corrupting the land itself.
The Mythraka were forged to be the eternal jailers of Nael, created by an ancient celestial force to prevent the creature from ever awakening. But now, the ice is breaking. Earthquakes ripple through the continent. And a dark mist slithers through the cracks, poisoning everything it touches. The beast is stirring.
The King’s Burden
King Nael knows what must be done. He gathers his strongest warriors the Stormclaws, elite fighters whose speed rivals lightning itself. The Mythraka forge their weapons from the enchanted heart of glaciers, blades imbued with the power of pure frost. They prepare not just for battle but for extinction, for they understand the truth: If Nael rises, no world will survive the second ice age it brings.
As the first crack of black ice erupts from beneath their sacred temple, Nael dons his ancient armor. He lifts the Spear of Thal’Varyn, a weapon passed down through the Mythraka bloodline, capable of shattering souls. The time of silence is over. The Mythraka will rise. And they will either save the world… or die trying.
Deep beneath the eternal ice of Antarctica lies a kingdom untouched by time: Mythraka, the civilization of the white tiger people. Their massive, fur-covered forms blend seamlessly with the snow, their glowing azure eyes cutting through the storm like stars in the void. For thousands of years, they’ve remained hidden, watching the world above with silent vigilance.
At the heart of their glacial citadel stands King Nael, a titan of muscle and wisdom. His claws, sharper than obsidian, carry the weight of a thousand battles. He is not just a ruler, he is the living memory of his people, bearing the scars of wars long forgotten by humankind. But the Mythraka were never meant to stay hidden. They were created for a purpose.
The Forgotten Threat
Ancient runes carved into the walls of their ice temples tell of an enemy as old as Babylon itself a being the humans once worshipped as a god before sealing it beneath the earth. Its name: Nael, the Frost Soul of Babylon. A cosmic entity of ice and shadow, born from the despair of forgotten civilizations. It sleeps beneath the Antarctic ice, its dark tendrils slowly seeping through the veins of the frozen continent, corrupting the land itself.
The Mythraka were forged to be the eternal jailers of Nael, created by an ancient celestial force to prevent the creature from ever awakening. But now, the ice is breaking. Earthquakes ripple through the continent. And a dark mist slithers through the cracks, poisoning everything it touches. The beast is stirring.
The King’s Burden
King Nael knows what must be done. He gathers his strongest warriors the Stormclaws, elite fighters whose speed rivals lightning itself. The Mythraka forge their weapons from the enchanted heart of glaciers, blades imbued with the power of pure frost. They prepare not just for battle but for extinction, for they understand the truth: If Nael rises, no world will survive the second ice age it brings.
As the first crack of black ice erupts from beneath their sacred temple, Nael dons his ancient armor. He lifts the Spear of Thal’Varyn, a weapon passed down through the Mythraka bloodline, capable of shattering souls. The time of silence is over. The Mythraka will rise. And they will either save the world… or die trying.