Dominion

Dominion, the unyielding Empress of the Wraiths, strides forth from the shadows of eternity, her black armor etched with runes of ancient power that pulse like living flame. Her presence is a storm of darkness, a force of nature that bends the world to her will. Her eyes, cold and calculating, pierce through the veil of reality, seeing the threads of fate that bind the mortal realm. The wraiths, her spectral legions, move as one beneath her command, their forms twisting and shifting like smoke in the wind. She is the architect of your destruction, the whisper of doom on the ashen wind. As she raises her hand, the skies darken and the earth trembles, for Dominion is here, and her wraiths are ready to claim what is rightfully hers.