A sun rising from the ground

A figure soared across the Everlife Continent, his flight so rapid it seemed as if space-time itself parted to make way. He wore an ornate martial robe draped over broad shoulders, its fabric appearing almost alive—tendrils of dark energy rippling across it. Although the robe could not match the imposing might of plate armor, the truth was its durability was something no Divine Transcendence Treasure could match.

The man's arms, chest, and head bore black, glowing runes. These were not the sort engraved by Runic Masters but rather ones that had naturally formed under the massive amount of energy coursing through his body, and it was so much that it could surpass that of a Primary World's sun!

He had leathery skin, a hairless body, and pointed ears, an unsettling blend of elf and vampire—indicative of the Atrox Immortus race. His eyes were a sea of darkness, each with a tiny, fiery center, radiating enough destructive potential to burn entire worlds.