Skaarg

In the shadowy embrace of the ancient mountains, where the veil between worlds is thin, the Wraith of Aether emerges—a titan of otherworldly might. Its eyes, twin orbs of searing emerald, pierce the darkness, casting an ethereal glow that dances across the jagged peaks. The air crackles with the energy of a thousand storms as the Wraith stands, a guardian of forgotten realms, its massive form exuding both a terrifying power and a silent wisdom. In its hand, a swirling orb of green energy pulses like a heartbeat, a testament to its dominion over the arcane. The shadowy figures that flit in the background are drawn to its commanding presence, as if it is the keystone of a hidden order. This enigmatic being, known only in hushed tones as the Wraith, holds the balance of worlds in its grasp, a silent sentinel in a universe on the brink of revelation.