The man stands upright, his height rivals that of the Empire State Building. He has smooth dark skin that glistens in the dewey moonlight, casting a blueish tint on him. He’s holding a giant axe in his rough hands, the veins straining as he places the axe on a display.

A pair of black horns adorn his head and silver hair that is pulled back into a ponytail, bangs framing his sharp face. Yellow eyes gazing intensely as he proudly cleans up his various weapons.