"Nyxara, Star-Bound Sovereign" + Animation!


When the last constellation fell silent, she stepped forward from the void.
Nyxara was not born beneath a sun, but beneath collapsing stars—crowned by horns etched with the memory of dying galaxies. The staff she carried was older than any kingdom, its celestial core binding worlds together with gravity and will alone. Where others saw darkness, she saw order waiting to be claimed.
She ruled not by conquest, but by inevitability. Empires bent when her amber gaze turned upon them, for within her armor burned the mapped skies of forgotten realms. Each step scattered stardust across the battlefield, and every spell rewrote the fate of the stars themselves.
Legends say the universe still expands because she allows it to—and that when she finally lowers her staff, even eternity will kneel.