A tall, commanding figure loomed over the universe, radiating with both nobility and danger. He had long black hair that flowed like smoke, with crimson highlights that shimmered when the light caught them.
His eyes burned a deep, ember-red, not of malice but of sheer, unrestrained power, like living flames held behind glass.
The man was handsome, almost sculpted, and regal, his features sharp as if carved from divine light. His form balances elegance and lethality, every movement echoing the grace of a warrior.
The man also had relics that could only able to be used by him. Bound to something even beyond his soul. One was a spear, its edge faintly glowing with fire that was so pure that even blue flames of collapsing stars could rival it.
