Legends of the Riven state that their people first came to the Darkhive following visions of a dangerous dragon at the end of the universe, a savage monster that would consume reality itself if it ever became unleashed. They came to vanquish the creature in a glorious battle that would be echoed throughout time and space in myth and legend. But when they arrived, the dragon was nowhere to be found.
Archives of the Khar-Tui indicate that they arrived at the Darkive hoping to uncover the secrets of a mysterious serpentine entity that had laid waste to a dozen great civilisations across the planes. Their plans were to discover the true nature of the creature, and to find out if there were a specific reason why those civilisations had been utterly obliterated. Astral navigators of the Khar-Tui traced the serpent to a specific quiet sector on the edge of the known planes, a dozen ships were sent to investigate the creature, but when they arrived they found nothing but the hive.
The Endoss speak of a writhing entity, asleep for eons, imprisoned by ancient and now forgotten gods. They don't know it's name, they don't even know the name of the beings who imprisoned it. They only know that it can never be permitted to awaken, and must prevent anyone from disturbing the creature if they ever get too close. To fulfill their racial obligations they have scattered far and wide across the universe, and any time someone mentions a serpentine entity intent on destroying the civilisations of the world, they go out of their way to throw confusion into any plans to either confront it or investigate it.
The Panaho worship a pantheon of deities, eleven in total. There has always been a twelfth in their cosmology, but that celestial being can never be worshipped, nor even acknowledged with a name. It is only ever referred to as the thrashing one at the beginning and end of time. Those heretics who do give it a name call it "Ouroborous". Those Panaho who do speak of their legends recall tales of fleeing across the universe, travelling as far from the thrasher as they can. But in the true nature of Ouroborous, they may have come full circle and rushed into the very clutches of the entity they fear most.
In the quietest nights, during their darkest dreams, the most mystically attuned survivors in the hive speak of a malevolence at the centre of the structure. A few simply call it "The Dragon".
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