Thalor

In the heart of a tempest, where the sky is torn asunder and the earth quakes under the fury of a thousand storms, there emerges a figure untouched by time. Neither bound by gender nor confined by mortal understanding, they are the living manifestation of chaos and creation. The crumbling edifice, its walls shattered by lightning and consumed by flames, serves as a grim altar to their power. With every strike of lightning, their form flickers into view—a silhouette against the chaos, eyes like twin stars burning with the light of creation and destruction. They are the harbinger of the end and the herald of a new dawn, a force as inevitable as the passage of time itself. In their presence, the world holds its breath, caught between the terror of annihilation and the promise of rebirth.