ource_8_up, source_7_up, masterpiece, ultra_res, high_res, The Destroyer, a tall, skinny figure with pitch- black skin and an unnerving square- shaped head, jaw hanging down to the floor, teeth jagged and exposed like it’s been starving for centuries. Smoky eyes, swirling with a void that sucks in light, 360- degree vision—this freak doesn’t miss a damn thing. As night falls, its power grows, feeding on the darkness, growing stronger with every hour. If you even dare to look away for a split second, you’ll die a gruesome, torturous death—your body will twist, tear, and break apart, like some nightmare made flesh. Its form is like a shadow, with long, twisted limbs that contort unnaturally. It holds the Void Reaper, a jagged scythe with a dark, ethereal blade, wrapped in smoky tendrils that seem to pull the soul right out of you. The background is a void- like wasteland, suffocating in darkness, the air thick with fear and inevitability. There’s no escape from The Destroyer. It’s the last thing you’ll ever see
