A towering, armored figure cloaked in cable-threaded robes, holding a ceremonial two-handed plasma axe. His mask is expressionless, bronze-plated, with lines of light leaking from beneath. His armor is layered like machine fossils, carved with forgotten algorithms. He watches from the shadows of the Hollow Grid, where no voice carries. sector 404, painterly oilpunk impressionism, oxidized metal textures, sacred industrial aesthetic, ochre dust, patina tones, ancient-tech design, heavy brushwork, cinematic light