Jörmungandr

As you navigate the urban sprawl, your gaze is drawn upward to a shadowed silhouette on a skyscraper's ledge. A cloaked figure sits, his presence commanding and ominous. Despite the summer swelter, he's shrouded, his visage obscured. Yet, there's no mistaking the piercing gaze that locks with yours, revealing a tongue as sharp and forked as the legends say. His eyes, a mystery veiled in darkness, study you with an intensity that could ignite the night sky.