Velarix, Crown of the Void Flame
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
From the edge of realms where light dies and magic devours itself, rises Velarix — Firstborn of the Amethyst Crucible, Queen of the Ninth Pyre. Her armor is wrought from violet wyrmscale and voidglass, barbed and plated in ever-shifting prismatic hues, as if the cosmos themselves coalesced around her flesh.
A radiant dragonstone core glows at her chest, thrumming with pulsar-born energy — the last shard of a fallen star dragon’s heart. Her crown, fused with her helm, erupts into jagged, symmetrical horns — part flame, part obsidian. From behind her, vast wings unfurl like veils of dying nebulae, casting shadow and ultraviolet light across all who dare meet her gaze.
Her eyes are starlight weaponized: not windows to her soul, but warnings of a fury few have survived. She speaks in silence. She commands without breath. And when her power stirs, entire timelines fracture in her wake.
Velarix, Crown of the Void Flame
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
From the edge of realms where light dies and magic devours itself, rises Velarix — Firstborn of the Amethyst Crucible, Queen of the Ninth Pyre. Her armor is wrought from violet wyrmscale and voidglass, barbed and plated in ever-shifting prismatic hues, as if the cosmos themselves coalesced around her flesh.
A radiant dragonstone core glows at her chest, thrumming with pulsar-born energy — the last shard of a fallen star dragon’s heart. Her crown, fused with her helm, erupts into jagged, symmetrical horns — part flame, part obsidian. From behind her, vast wings unfurl like veils of dying nebulae, casting shadow and ultraviolet light across all who dare meet her gaze.
Her eyes are starlight weaponized: not windows to her soul, but warnings of a fury few have survived. She speaks in silence. She commands without breath. And when her power stirs, entire timelines fracture in her wake.