A bit of lore regarding the Grimorium Verum.

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The Grimorium Verum. A mysterious and powerful artifact. With uncertain origins, it existed since immemorial times.  Said to contain the truth about all the magic itself, it emanated  an incomprehensible power. 

But all knowledge and power, comes with a price... An unending fountain of magic, forever overflowing with primal magic. It was only expected that it started to affect life around it. The Descended who came near it either were destroyed by the sheer amount of primal magic penetrating their essence, or were forever changed by it. Those who were able to survive became extremely powerful mages, much more attuned to magic, they had a frightening power. And with power, comes temptation... The power of the grimoire became very well-known across Edafos, and with the war already raging between the Seraphim, the Descended and the Dragons, it was no surprise for them to be interested on it.
Using the Primal Magic emitted by the Grimorium Verum to fuel powerful rituals and spells, the descended found a way to fight against the powerful, tyrannic dragons. The Seraphim used the power of the soul and essence to create mighty weapons capable of piercing the dragon's scales. The Lassa, wielding the crushing power of gravity, made their mighty wings useless. The Nayu, experts in shadow magic, swift and deadly, made their own shadows turn against themselves. The Oro, with their strength and might, used earth and air magic to match the dragons' strength. The Sol, relying in the power of nature and light, used light and plant magic to burn and trap them. The Tyro, hailing from the fiery volcanos, utilized fire magic powerful enough to repel their flames. The Dragons, in return, roared in rage and fear when the Descended united against them.

The first Dragon of Knowledge which swore to never partake on any conflict could only watch, terrified as the knowledge from the Grimorium Verum plunged Edafos into the fires of war. 
Breaking its own vow, the dragon god of knowledge knew that it was necessary to intervene, otherwise the consequences would be inimaginable. The Grimorium Verum was too powerful, the world wasnt ready yet to the things that were hidden within its pages. With a small group of renegade mages and dragons, which fled from both of their factions, the dragon god of knowledge entered the war himself. 

Maybe things would be different if the Descended or the Dragons were wishing to hear what the God of Knowledge had to say, they could have helped him to seal the grimoire, maybe things could have ended sooner if he had allied himself with one of the sides... But in the end, the God of Knowledge and its few followers jumped inside the war in a suicide mission to seal the grimoire, thus protecting the world from itself.
Fighting against both the Descended and the Dragons, the God of Knowledge and his followers sacrificed themselves, burning their own bodies and souls to seal the Grimoire away, with only a few of them remaining, they reunited themselves, isolating themselves from the war, lamenting for the death of the God of Knowledge. These same survivors would later form the Magoi, together witha rogue unconventional mage.
With the Grimorium Verum now sealed, the God of Knowledge dead and the war still raging, the First Seraphim made its move. Tearing the Dragon God apart, he divided its body, giving them to the Descended which would become the rulers of the lands once ruled by the Dragons. With an unsurmountable power, the First Seraphim ended the war forcefully. Any dragon which dared to defy its will would meet its wrath.


But even with the war ended and the Grimorium Verum sealed, its influence was enough to change the world radically. Its said that even today, the most powerful lineages of mages are descendants of the first group of mages who helped the ancient dragon of knowledge to seal the Grimorie.

But as the time passed, the seals became weaker and weaker. The magic within the Grimorie grew stronger and restless as it struggle against its shackles. But there was only one problem. After so many years, nobody was even close to the power that the ancestor mages and the dragon of knowledge had joined, and thus, breaking the seal completely was impossible.

Its common to the most powerful Grimories to have conscience, and the Grimorium Verum wasn't different. And to a Grimorie, there is only o e thing worse than being destroyed: being forgotten. The Grimorium Verum, which once had an incredible impact on the world, was now only referred on legends and myths.

Fearing being completely forgotten, the Grimorie started struggling against its seals and shackles. As it continued, day after day, year after year, the seals became weaker and weaker, until they became weak enough for the Grimorie to extend its magic a little further. Sending pulses of primal magic to try to get free, it tried to link its existence to another being's, but without success.

The Descended had become too frail and sensitive to magic, their bodies and essences weren't capable of holding not even a tiny amount of primal magic, as it was too brute and rough for them. Not even the western dragons, the living beings  which were more attuned to magic were able to hold it.

As it continued to send the pulses of primal magic, the Descended who came in contact with it for a long time slowly became more powerful and resistant to magic, like an ember, rekindled by the Grimorie's influence, but still, it wasn't enough to hold it.

But that wouldn't last for long. One day, the pulses that the Grimorie sended started to resonate with another existence, being absorbed and reflected back to it. That particular existence was a rare one, a hybrid between a western and an eastern dragon. 

Although very rare, sometimes when eastern and western dragons have an offspring, it is born with an incredible magic tolerance, md it was exactly that the Grimorium Verum needed. 

The small dragon was nothing more than an embryo when the Grimorium Verum merged its existence with it. Being imbued with an endless supply of primal magic, changed the embryo. The Grimorie needed to make its adjustments to be sure that the baby would be able to hold its power, and as such, it shaped the baby to its own needs.

The result was Sophia. With smooth scales, agile, fast and with a unique physiology shaped by primal magic, it was a unique dragon, extremely different from others. Able to conjure long forgotten primal magic, even her breath was changed, instead of cold and fire, her breath resembled those of the primal dragons, the first dragons, as cold as the void, and as hot as the sun itself, beams of plasma and absolute zero breath.

Since it was a child, it was already able to summon the Grimorium Verum. Almost like it was drawn by it, the young dragon submerged itself on the forbidden Grimorie's pages, learning more and more about magic as the time passed. But the Grimorie wasn't a simple existence. In order to protect Sopha, and in return itself, it showed her only a brief part of its power. Even as a child, Sophia's magic was already strong enough to suppress the seals which the ancestor mages and the previous dragon of knowledge casted on it. With time, she would be able to completely break it whenever she wanted, and when that happened, the Grimorie would know that she was ready to unlock its true potential. But until there, it had to wait patiently as its creation grew. The primal magic in her resonating stronger and stronger each year that passed, it knew it was only a matter of time...
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