The Legend of Infernoscale – Magma Dragon of the Burning Deep
Deep beneath the world’s crust lies a kingdom no mortal eye has seen—a realm of rivers that glow like melted gold, where mountains rise and fall in slow motion and every breath tastes of iron and ash. In that searing labyrinth of stone and fire slumbers a being older than the continents themselves: the Magma Dragon, known in ancient songs as Infernoscale.
He was not born in a nest, nor raised by kin. Instead, he coalesced in a cataclysm—a living spark cast from the collision of earth’s molten heart and the first lightning to ever strike the newborn sky. His scales are black basalt laced with molten seams, glowing brighter with every exhalation. His wings, when spread, churn the air into waves of heat that shimmer like mirages. It is said that when he stirs in his sleep, whole islands rise from the sea; when he roars, mountains awaken and spill their fire.
Yet Infernoscale is not merely a destroyer. Old myths speak of him as a keeper of balance—guardian of the molten lifeblood of the planet, a force that renews as much as it consumes. He is the living embodiment of transformation: stone into magma, magma into new earth, endings into beginnings. Many who have glimpsed him describe not fear, but awe, as though looking upon the heart of creation itself.
Travelers who wander too deep into volcanic caverns sometimes claim to hear him: a low, resonant hum that vibrates through the rock, echoing like an enormous heartbeat. Some return with stories of glowing runes on the cavern walls, as if his claws had carved them long before men could write. Others speak of dreams—visions of firelit wings and a gaze like a thousand suns—leaving them both terrified and inspired.
Legends across cultures agree on one thing: Infernoscale chooses his witnesses. Only those with a spark of boldness, a hunger for change, or a heart that refuses to be extinguished are granted even a glimpse. To encounter him is to be seared, but also renewed; to feel the weight of ancient fire and to walk away carrying a fragment of its power.
Today, his myth lives on not just in stories, but in symbols. Artists, smiths, and storytellers still channel his image into their crafts, hoping to capture a flicker of that unstoppable energy. Infernoscale remains a reminder that from the most intense heat can come not only destruction, but beauty—lava that cools into fertile soil, chaos that gives birth to creation