Vorazthul

colossal silhouette against the void, his form constantly shifting between shadow and substance. His body is forged from the remnants of dying stars — a cosmic armor that glows faintly with the light of extinguished suns. Black smoke pours endlessly from the cracks in his body, whispering the voices of those consumed by his will. His face is featureless, save for a single vertical slit where his mouth should be — an endless abyss that hums with the sound of countless screams echoing through eternity. Where eyes should be, two blinding rings of light burn, circling endlessly like collapsing suns, searing the air with divine radiation. Vorthrael’s presence alone bends time and crushes hope. The ground beneath him decays into ash, and the air warps, trembling as though the world itself fears to exist near him. His six arms each carry an artifact Azrathul is the skeletal god of extinguished souls, a being of divine wrath and endless fire. His towering frame is forged from scorched bone and blackened obsidian, e