Death

‘In the heart of a world consumed by endless twilight, where the air hangs thick with the scent of smoke and cinders, rides a figure of unparalleled dread and majesty - Death. Clad in black armor adorned with crimson accents, she is the very incarnation of finality. Her mount, the legendary Shadow, is a beast of darkness itself, its hooves pounding the earth like the heartbeat of a dying world. In her right hand, she wields a sword forged from the remnants of shattered stars, its edge sharp enough to sever the thread of life itself. In her left, she carries a staff that crackles with the power of a thousand extinguished souls, a testament to her grim dominion. Her eyes, burning with an unyielding light, see through the veil of mortality, and her voice is the whisper of the wind that carries the last breath of the fallen. She is the end of all things, the silent promise of eternity, and her arrival is both a reckoning and a release.’