King of the Voidcrawlers

Three days after the council ended, the sun sank below the horizon…and never came back up.

A biting wind arrived; the long night descended; and from the north, the roar of a dragon echoed for miles on end.

Orion transformed into lightning and shot up into the sky, staring off in that northern direction. Suddenly, a towering dragon—pure white, shimmering softly—raced overhead from north to south.

"Heading south, to invade. Join or die!"

Alongside the dragon's roar came a faint, emotionless voice in Orion's ears. Orion had no doubt the beast had noticed him—and was issuing an invitation for all to head south. 

Orion merely nodded, an acknowledgment that he'd comply. At this point, he basically had to. The dragon was very obviously an ancient Legendary-level creature, and a mighty one at that.

Besides, heading south was already on Orion's agenda for next year, and their interests didn't conflict in the slightest.