Deep within the Western Continent, titanic mountains clawed at the sky and endless golden savannas stretched beyond the horizon, in the heart of the Beastmen Domain—the Primal Throne City. It was a land where only the strong thrived, where blood and battle were the language of respect.
At the center of this untamed kingdom stood the Imperial Beast Palace, a structure carved from obsidian rock and reinforced with the bones of ancient beasts. Within its mighty halls, where warriors and chieftains gathered under the flickering light of sacred beast flames, the Beast Emperor sat upon his throne.
He was no mere beastman. Vahkran Drakar, the Beast Emperor, was a Dragonman, his body a fusion of ancient draconic majesty and primal beastial might. His onyx-scaled arms rested on the throne's armrests, his golden reptilian eyes watching with amusement as a massive lionman—his mane streaked with silver battle scars—kneeled before him.
