Star-Eater
It all begIn the uncharted abyss of the cosmos, where light falters and time is but a fleeting illusion, there existed a rogue planet named Vyrath, a blackened sphere adrift in the eternal night, untouched by the warmth of any star. Its surface was a labyrinth of obsidian spires and crimson chasms, pulsating with veins of luminescent ichor that glowed like the lifeblood of some unholy beast. Here dwelt the Vyrathii, a race of vampiric beings, their forms both beautiful and grotesque—tall and emaciated, with skin like polished alabaster, eyes burning with a scarlet malevolence, and mouths filled with writhing, needle-like fangs that dripped a venom that burned through metal and bone. They were not born of mortal flesh but forged in the crucible of a death goddess, Nyxara, the Weaver of Oblivion, whose name they chanted in rituals that shook the very fabric of the void.ins with an idea.