Erawan

The war the whole saga is about, wearing another man's face for most of it.

Youngest of the three Valg Kings, sealed under the mountains a thousand years ago by Elena Galathynius and Gavin Havilliard — who told everyone they had killed him.

At a glance

KIND: Valg King — a demon-god of another world
SEAT: Morath, above the crypt he was sealed in
HOST: Duke Perrington, since they were both young men
SEALED BY: Elena Galathynius and Gavin Havilliard, ~1,000 years ago
FREED BY: The King of Adarlan, with a Wyrdkey
MAKES: Wyrdstone collars, Valg-infested soldiers, bred horrors
WANTS: The three Wyrdkeys, and the gate they open
UNMADE BY: Yrene Westfall, a healer, at Orynth

His people

Who stood against him.

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Aelin Galathynius Queen of Terrasen · Heir of FireAelin Galathyniushis enemyEnter Aelin Galathynius →

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Rolfe Pirate Lord of Skull's BayRolfehis enemyEnter Rolfe →

The one who ended it.

His reckoning

The whole war's shadow, ended by a mortal king and the Sword of Truth.

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Dorian Havilliard The hand that held DamarisDorian HavilliardStruck him down with Damaris, the Sword of Truth. The blade turned onyx-black with the killing.Enter Dorian Havilliard →

What he covets

The world, unmade and remade his.

He does not want to rule the world — he wants to replace it.

The three Wyrdkeys
Scattered across the world, and every one of them owed back to him.
The Wyrdgate, open
Not cracked. Flung wide, and held that way.
His kind, loosed
The Valg pouring through, into a world with no wall left to keep them out.
Everything that lives
Not ruled. Owned, and dissolved into his dominion.

What he wants

Dominion over the living

A dark god does not settle for a throne. He wants the gate torn open, his own kind flooding through, the living world unmade into something he holds outright. There is no version of enough.

The long versionRead his whole storyEverything, in one place.Enter the full story

His black fortress MorathMorath — the black keep in the mountains where every horror in the war was made. Here he sank Valg demons into stolen bodies, bred the Ironteeth and their wyverns in the dark, and raised the witch-towers built to unmake whole armies. Everything the world would learn to fear was forged behind these walls first.Enter Morath

His power

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