His face lies hidden behind a black mask, darker than night that obscures his ghostly pale skin.
Tendrils of wiring and nutrients run across the remains of his charred body, most of it burnt or disintegrated after a fiery clash that nearly killed him before.
Tubes keeping his body animated run the length of his black exterior with a conglomerate of machines at his trunk keeping his necrotic flesh alive through the miracles of technology.
His arms are supported by lattices of webbing and a composite mesh matching his black exterior, a dull black, that supplies the being with earth shattering strength.
The being's charred legs are nothing but burnt trunks of meat hidden by augmented machines that allow him to leap from great distances.
Machines in his core beep and buzz as they struggle to continuously enhance his strength and keep their host alive, their red and blue lights dazzling unsuspecting victims.
The mask, a shiny jet black composite of hard metals and soft lining, is featureless save for a gaping hole where the mouth would be and two sunken in gaps where the eye sockets would be.
Inhuman powers allow him to bend the laws of physics to his will, letting him throw his victims across entire chambers or launch furniture at them.
His footsteps aren’t loud enough to echo in the grey halls of his kingdom, the only telltale sign of his presence being of his slow, wet breath.
