A winged warrior stands unshaken beneath a raging sky, lightning answering his call like an old ally. His dark wings spread wide against the storm, framing a figure carved by battle and resolve. Glowing runes pulse across his chest, echoing the divine energy that crackles through the spear clenched in his grasp. Violet hair whips in the wind as his eyes burn with quiet fury—not reckless, but controlled, purposeful. He is not merely surviving the storm; he is its chosen champion, a living convergence of thunder, sky, and unbreakable will.