Mothzil’s piercing gaze strikes fear into all that see her in the skies. The shadows of her wings are the stuff of nightmares – but it hasn’t always been this way. The glut of essence that burst out of the grounds during the Great Cataclysm resulted in many unnerving monstrosities. For millennia, the slow trickle of essence has been a catalyst for the emergence of beasts among these lands. To be exposed to as massive a dose as Mothzil was resulted in the creation of an enormous monstrosity. She continues to roam the skies looking for large wells of essence, no longer satisfied with the trickles of minor essence veins.