Virethra the Cindergaze
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X
From the molten breath of the world’s first volcano rose Virethra, a being neither goddess nor beast — but something older. Her sapphire skin is armored in ancient scales, glowing from within like the last light of a dying sun. Her eyes are forged from raw flame, twin pyres that pierce through lies, fear, and the fabric of time itself.
Crown-like horns spiral from her skull like molten gold twisted by wind, and emberlight dances across her form with every breath. Her presence ignites the very air, trailing fire motes like falling stars. She speaks only when silence burns too loud, and when she does, mountains bow.
Virethra is not a conqueror.
She is the flame after the fall —
the sovereign of ruin,
the beauty of extinction,
and the whisper in the fire that says:
"I remain."
Virethra the Cindergaze
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X
From the molten breath of the world’s first volcano rose Virethra, a being neither goddess nor beast — but something older. Her sapphire skin is armored in ancient scales, glowing from within like the last light of a dying sun. Her eyes are forged from raw flame, twin pyres that pierce through lies, fear, and the fabric of time itself.
Crown-like horns spiral from her skull like molten gold twisted by wind, and emberlight dances across her form with every breath. Her presence ignites the very air, trailing fire motes like falling stars. She speaks only when silence burns too loud, and when she does, mountains bow.
Virethra is not a conqueror.
She is the flame after the fall —
the sovereign of ruin,
the beauty of extinction,
and the whisper in the fire that says:
"I remain."