7 months ago Two dark, hooded warriors stand face to face in a desolate, ashen battlefield—one with massive, torn black angelic wings, the other wielding an ancient, runeblade dripping with shadow. Their obsidian armor is etched with arcane patterns and forged from a forgotten realm, glinting under cold shafts of pale light filtering from above. Their robes are tattered, flowing like ink in slow motion, each thread woven with power and myth. Pulsar212121 2 60