Igne is a flesh slime born from the essence of Elios, shaped from starlight and wonder to act as her spy within Goldenscale. Though feared as a corpse-eating monster, he only consumes the dead to survive in Dior’s starving kingdom, often leaving villagers horrified by what is simply his nature. Childlike, lazy, and spoiled, Igne mimics humans poorly and speaks without tact, often mistaken for a villain when he is little more than Elios’s bratty, starborn “child.”

“If the dead are wasted, then what does that make me?”
— Igne

To the people of Goldenscale, Igne is less a man and more a myth — the corpse-eater that drifts through blood-slick alleys when Dior’s executions leave their mark. Children are hushed at night with stories of him, and drunkards swear they saw his shape slithering through the gutters, swallowing the unburied dead. Some say he is Dior’s pet monster, others claim he is a spirit of famine sent to punish the starving. None can agree if he truly exists.
But Igne is no phantom. He was born from the essence of Elios, shaped from starlight and wonder into a flesh slime given form. His purpose was to watch Goldenscale, but hunger made him something else. With markets stripped bare and corpses left to rot in the streets, Igne fed where he could — on Dior’s dead.
 
The truth, however, is far from the terror of rumor. Igne despises Dior as much as Elios does, but he is no avenger, no savior. He is spoiled, lazy, and childish — preferring to play the role of Elios’s eternal brat. He mimics mortals clumsily, whines for attention, and bungles social cues so badly that even when he means no harm, he seems monstrous.
 
So the humans whisper, never sure if the flesh-eater is real or another of Dior’s horrors let loose and hidden. In truth, Igne is both less and more than their fears — not a predator, not a savior, but a spoiled child of starlight, wandering the kingdom with hunger and a legend he neither asked for nor deserves.