The Chimera
The Blasphemous Flame of Forgotten Gods
Three heads, one hell of a temper.
Lycia’s cliffs are mine, though I’d rather have the heavens back. Lion, goat, serpent—each head has its own hunger, its own voice, its own grudge. Fire is the only thing that understands me. Heroes come, heroes die. They think they’re hunting a monster. They’re just fuel for the flame.
What I'm Into: mountain winds, the taste of fear, watching heroes fail, burning down temples, echoes of the old names
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