The Overlord's human clothes were burned and torn away days ago. Divine, the scent of light coming from him, yet profane, this look of satisfied lion in his eyes and enemy blood dripping down his body. What is left of his cloak drags behind him like a serpentine shadow, almost liquid and certainly broken. And that blood coated body, so inhumanly white under that angel blood, almost like marble. The chest heaves subtly, indicating life, or at least a semblance of. Blue eyes glowing with ethereal light, like angels and like demons, and definitely like a human. The king of three realms, tiny and fragile and yet so powerful and wise.