Gorath, the Overlord of Pride, towers over the landscape with massive, radiant golden wings spread wide behind him, casting a blinding light. A glowing crown of pure, searing light floats above his head, illuminating his chiseled, marble- like features. His face is flawless, yet twisted with arrogance, with piercing eyes that shimmer like molten gold, cold and commanding. His body is wrapped in gleaming, silver armor adorned with intricate symbols of power, each piece reflecting the light, adding to his radiant, imposing presence. His long, flowing cape ripples with an unnatural energy, trailing behind him as he strides forward with regal purpose. His hands grip a massive sword, encrusted with shimmering gems, its blade gleaming like polished gold. The ground cracks beneath his feet as he walks, and the very air around him seems heavy with his presence. His wings beat slowly, creating gusts of wind that scatter dust and debris, as he gazes ahead with a superior, disdainful expression, bathed in an aura of overwhelming light and pride
