The Hollow Empress, Keeper of the Last Oath
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Inspired by and Reimagined
She stands in the heart of a forgotten ruin, wrapped in robes of darkness woven with frost and bone-thread. Her face is unaged and unpitying—skin like moonlight on stone, eyes burning with dual judgment: one cold as starfire, the other molten like a buried oath unfulfilled. Her silver hair glimmers with drifting frost, unmoved by the wind. She speaks no words, for none are needed.
Adorning her chest are twin skull relics, each bound in radiant roots of blackened silver, as though grown from her very heart. The one above glows with cursed flame—the souls of oathbreakers. The one below remains cold and silent, its judgment yet to be passed.
Behind her, the Silent Vowwalkers gather—hooded specters bound to her will, each a soul that once defied destiny and now serves penance in endless procession.
She is not evil. She is not good. She is the weight of promises, made manifest.
The Hollow Empress, Keeper of the Last Oath
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Inspired by and Reimagined
She stands in the heart of a forgotten ruin, wrapped in robes of darkness woven with frost and bone-thread. Her face is unaged and unpitying—skin like moonlight on stone, eyes burning with dual judgment: one cold as starfire, the other molten like a buried oath unfulfilled. Her silver hair glimmers with drifting frost, unmoved by the wind. She speaks no words, for none are needed.
Adorning her chest are twin skull relics, each bound in radiant roots of blackened silver, as though grown from her very heart. The one above glows with cursed flame—the souls of oathbreakers. The one below remains cold and silent, its judgment yet to be passed.
Behind her, the Silent Vowwalkers gather—hooded specters bound to her will, each a soul that once defied destiny and now serves penance in endless procession.
She is not evil. She is not good. She is the weight of promises, made manifest.