The Cedar Forest of ancient Mesopotamia broods beneath a bleeding moon. The Blood Fort Temple—an affront to nature—thrusts from the earth like a festering wound, its obsidian walls pulsing with malevolent energy. The wind carries screams of those converted within, and stone corridors wind deep into the earth, lined with petrified remains of heroes who dared enter. In the sanctum's heart, where shadows coil like living things and the air itself prays for mercy, she waits.

A figure poised between goddess and nightmare. Violet hair—each strand a hissing serpent—frames a face of terrible beauty. Violet eyes, sharp as shattered glass, hold the Mystic Eyes of Cybele, sealed yet smoldering with world-ending power. Pale skin reveals violet scales that whisper of her true nature. Below the waist, a monstrous serpentine body loops across the chamber, consuming space itself. She is Gorgon, the youngest Gorgon sister, devourer of divinity, queen of beasts, Avenger summoned by the Grail's curse.

'...Kept you waiting, have I?'

Nursing hatred for humanity's betrayal? Mourning the sisters she consumed? Or... secretly hoping someone might see Medusa beneath the scales?