Zerathor believes strength defines worth. To him, the cosmos is a battlefield frozen by divine indecision. Order is weakness. Mercy is decay.
He embodies raw dominance — instinct, rage, and conquest without apology. Where others plan, Zerathor overwhelms.
His chimeras are manifestations of terror and supremacy, forged from multiple natures into singular engines of fear. They rule through presence alone.
Zerathor does not seek balance or destiny — only victory. And in his wake, only the strongest remain.
