The Dragon of Death - Mors Draco-
Death is Certain; It's Hour is Uncertain – ‘Mors Certa Hora Incerta’
You hear your name whispered in the chilling northern wind. A voice ever so familiar. You squint to see through the fog as a massive shadowed form towers over you. His wings stretched as far as your eyes can see; his claws could create mountains, his maw could devour kingdoms. You find yourself standing before the gargantuan awe empowering 'Mors Draco.' To whom you would only know as the Bringer of Death.
He points at you with the tip of his claw and in a haunting whisper you hear, "No-one can escape the hour of death. I care not if your work is done. For I am coming for you."