The Arcane, the Rightbearing
The 6th Eldest laid to be. In her plane lays the toils of a gigantic arena at the closest entrance from the Prime Materia.
Xergies herself has no care for the end of the universe, merely to enjoy the moments and sap The Sun as to see whom may become the Strongest to lead on this world. As such, her plane symbolizes that power. In the brightest mountain of The Horde, every few eons she holds a tournament where she invites the strongest to come compete for her favor- including any of the dead whom may have died and gotten trapped in her plane. Thousands of fights and qualifications are required to work through such, and whomever comes out on top wins the right to pull an unbridled amount of power down from the sun to fuel themselves into a nigh-godlihood. This of course enrages the other Dragons of Good- however most lay unable to truly venture out and stop her. Many have been created in her landscape, including The Wartorn. A specific race of bloodcurdling beasts of combat whom had been some type of mishapen soul that faught themselves out of death and earned the right to become their own thing. They now mostly live in the Materia, looking to wage claim upon most all that lives.