vysoneral was stumbling around warped valley, the Asymmetrical hills with dark cyan grass burning as he stepped on it, his organs dragging behind him, he was roughly 12'0, was wearing light armor, some heavy armor on his shoulders, a helmet covering his face, with his horns sticking out, and large jaw sticking out the bottom, plus a few black slits on his helmet. He had hooves, due to being a demon warlord. He dragged his jagged sword behind him, he finally collapsed, jabbing his sword into the ground and leaning on it.

“F-Fuuuckk...”

he had a slight Scottish accent.