Dregmor is the silent master behind the wandering flock. Cloaked in a long, weathered mantle and leaning on a staff crowned with the skull of a bird, he moves through the Proto-Silica forests like a shadow that learned how to think.

Long ago, an ancient mage twisted the nature of wild creatures, fixing their form between bird and man. Dregmor was the only one who understood what they had become. Instead of fighting the flock, he spoke to their hunger, their instinct, their fear — and slowly they began to follow him.

Now the flock raids the forest in swift, coordinated strikes, hunting the growing seeds of golems for food. Some believe Dregmor simply leads them. Others whisper something darker: that the flock does not follow his voice… but the strange will hidden inside that skull-topped staff he never lets go.

“Dregmor doesn’t care what people think,the whisper continues. “Or at least that’s what he wants you to believe. Underneath all that rough silence is someone who remembers every promise ever broken. Dregmor carries those memories like armor. He doesn’t trust easily… but when he chooses a side, he stands there like a wall that refuses to fall. And that’s why, whether like him or not, they always feel safer when he’s near.

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