Vortheon first claimed his seat the day the mountains themselves grew quiet and offered him their highest throne of fractured stone and eternal frost. There he remained, unmoving through countless cycles of orbiting spheres, letting the golden light of forgotten suns slowly etch itself into his armor until every plate became a living record of time. What began as solitary vigil became communion with the ancient pulse of the cosmos itself — the slow, deliberate breath of stars teaching him that true strength is not taken, but patiently remembered. 4K • 2160px X 2880px • 69.2 MB Tools used: Seedance 2.0, Dreamina AI, Niji 6, GP AI, LR, Procreate, Wink