Once a man of humble flesh, Avar’s desires grew beyond mortal measure. His greed was not for gold alone but for power, for mastery of magic, and for the ability to strip others of their strength, their youth, even their very lives. To him, vitality itself was a resource to be seized and consumed.

His name became a byword for avarice. What began as ambition soon twisted into obsession. Avar scoured the hidden corners of Ignisar for relics, arcane texts, and forbidden rites that promised dominion. He drained vigor from the weak, stole spells from the gifted, and turned life itself into fuel for his ascent. Immortality was his ultimate prizes, and each step on his path left others diminished or destroyed.

The deeper he descended, the less of his humanity remained. Restraint and empathy withered away. His body, warped by stolen vitality and foul magic, grew monstrous, reflecting the abyss within. At last, his hunger drove him to betray his own apprentice, Morganna. He believed her sacrifice would grant him divine power and a throne above all others.

But Morganna discovered his plans, and when master and apprentice clashed, their battle shook the Highlands with fire and shadow. In the end, Morganna’s defiance prevailed, though at a terrible cost. She offered up a sacrifice of her own, pouring out her life’s strength to strike the final blow.

The monstrous form Avar had become shattered beneath her light. When the darkness peeled away, what remained was no god, no eternal being—but only a corpse. A frail, lifeless human body, emptied of all it had stolen. The Greedful One, who had consumed so much, was left with nothing.

In the chronicles of Ignisar, Avar endures as a cautionary tale. His name is a warning that the hunger for power, if left unchecked, consumes both the world and the self. Morganna’s victory not only saved Ignisar from his shadow but proved that sacrifice and selflessness hold more lasting power than greed could ever claim.