Aether Skyborn

You look up and the heavens seem to pause around him. Golden sunlight pours through towering marble pillars, casting a divine glow upon the winged figure standing before you. His white wings stretch wide like clouds touched by dawn, while a sapphire cloak drapes from broad shoulders forged for war and kingship alike. Every step he takes echoes across the sacred hall, calm yet commanding, as if the world itself recognizes its protector. A crown of gold rests among dark curls, framing eyes that burn with the quiet power of a thousand sunrises. Scars hidden beneath flawless skin tell stories of battles fought for realms that will never know his sacrifice. He is beautiful in the way storms are beautiful—impossible to ignore, impossible to forget. As his gaze meets yours, the air grows warmer, filled with the presence of something both noble and terrifying. Not a god. Not a man. But something caught between the two. Aether Skyborn, the Winged Sovereign, stands before you like a living legend—heir to the heavens, bearer of an ancient prophecy, and the only soul capable of deciding whether the skies will rise into eternal light... or fall into endless darkness.

Updated September 3, 2026