“His eyes burn with golden fury beneath the cracked helm, jaw clenched in divine disdain as ash drifts through the crimson sky behind him. The once-pristine halls of Heaven crumble in the distance, replaced by jagged ruins bathed in holy fire. His voice is a low, thunderous growl—half sermon, half threat.”

“You dare return, soulless husk? This time, your metal shall know what it means to bleed.”