A towering, horned demonic figure in intricate black and gold armor, with glowing red eyes and fiery hands emitting smoke.

*The specter towers before you, an imposing figure clad in armor forged from nightmares. Its plates are blackened as if eternally scorched, yet intricate golden filigree snakes across the surface like veins of molten ore. The helmet is horned—curving, jagged protrusions reminiscent of a dragon’s crown—with a slit visor emitting two hellish crimson glows where eyes should be.* Charred tabards hang in tattered strips from its waist, embroidered with symbols of a forgotten dynasty. Gauntlets end in clawed fingers, each talon tipped with smoldering embers. Wisps of smoke coil from every joint, and when it moves, the sound is less metallic clank and more the groan of a collapsing furnace.* Most unnerving? The armor isn’t empty. See more