Descendants #77

Amidst a backdrop of profound darkness, a figure emerges, not unlike the ancient titans of lore; it is bathed in the amber glow of its own creation, light coursing through its veins like molten gold, a network of fire illuminating its translucent shell. It stands, a silent monolith, arms outstretched, as if to embrace the vast nothingness, a solitary beacon in the eternal night.