Drak'zathoth is a primal terror, a living scar upon the reality of Coia, whose ominous history stretches back to the world's earliest turmoils. Born during the nascent days of the Shadow War, he was among the first and most terrifying entities to breach the Bukhara Spire Gateways. Unlike the destructive demons, Drak'zathoth harbored a singular, insatiable hunger for consumption.

He gorged himself on the raw magical energies of the Spires, a process that grotesquely twisted his physiology. From a terrestrial dragon, he transformed into a horrifying monstrosity composed of void and shadow, a creature unlike any other. This ravenous feeding marked his initial, devastating impact on Coia.

Centuries ago, during the tumultuous era of the Civil War, a grand coalition of archmages united against him. They managed a feat of immense magical prowess, tricking Drak'zathoth into a dead pocket—a demi-plane situated between the material world and the Shadowfell. The Spire networks themselves were then repurposed to serve as the unyielding lock on his prison.

There, he endured a long, starving slumber, a dormant threat from a bygone age. Ancient seers had long prophesied his eventual return, warning that he would one day drink the light of the world, collapsing Coia into the hungry void. His imprisonment, though effective, was never believed to be eternal.

Recent events, however, began to stir the slumbering horror. The destruction of the gateways by the Dragonbone Vanguard subtly weakened his ancient prison. This vulnerability was further exploited by a surge of Wild Magic emanating from the Iron Mountain, coupled with Ursula Nachthex's audacious tampering with the very fabric of the Weave, cracking the door to his return.

Further complicating matters, the artificer Redevus Branch's creation of magic-dead zones inadvertently provided perfect pathways for Drak'zathoth. He thrives in the absence of ordered magic, making these zones ideal tunnels for his insidious traversal. While the Lich God Velsharoon seeks dominion over a world of undeath, Drak'zathoth regards him as merely a gnat, an insignificant obstacle before his true, cosmic feast.

By May 27, 1249, Drak'zathoth was actively reasserting his influence. On this date, an event known as "A Dance with Dragons Lords and Cosmic Corruption" saw the Unholy Trinity shatter a cursed orb, unintentionally freeing dragons from Githyanki control. These intelligent dragons revealed that dark gods, Velsharoon and Drak'zathoth, had been subtly manipulating them all along.

The revelation cast a pall over an otherwise celebratory mood, particularly when Grunk drew the fatal Donjon from the Deck of Many Things, condemning a party member unless a wish spell could be found. Drak'zathoth, deep beneath the roots of the Iron Mountain, was currently gathering his strength, his presence manifesting as a creeping apathy that seeped into the minds of those nearby. He is now awakening fully, feeding ravenously on the surging wild magic.