Last Epoch: Adolescent Chronowyrm Cosmetic Pet

Beyond the world we knew and outside the flow of time is the place we find ourselves now, a place where the detritus of reality drift together, a graveyard of dead timelines. Here there be dragons.

The sanctuary we have found here in the ruins of our old home, suspended over an infinite abyss, has gained visitors. Small dragon hatchlings that the other survivors and travelers have come to call chronowyrms. They float around the ruins, endlessly curious about the new visitors to this remote place, though the vast shadows of cutting through the dark below and the sound of the distant roars has me worried about how large these things can grow.

Most of the people stranded here are delighted by the visits of these hatchlings, some even taking them as pets and adorning them with gold or even armor. Even they know to stay away from the chronowyrms that crackle with sparks and glow with arcane power. Some of the remaining Elders theorize that these Chronowyrms have been feeding on the distant storms that can be seen far off in the distance, often surrounding dense clusters of floating crystal. They have also noticed that as the lightning around these gatchings grows more volatile, crystals have begun to form on their scales to the point of completely covering these thusly dubbed Crystal Chronowryms. One has to gaze out into the abyss and catch a glance at one of the clusters of crystal that have shattered, bringing to mind a hatched egg, and remember the titanic shadows that swim in the darkness below…”