The Tempest Drake, a guardian of forgotten hoards, meditates within the sterile confines of a neural interface chamber. Its form, rendered in a gritty, realistic gothic style, is adorned with a crown of crackling electricity. Its split-complementary colors clash under the harsh glare of lightning bolts, reflecting its wrathful expression. The drake wields brass knuckles, ready for melee combat, its geometrically complex body shimmering with temporal waves. A misty atmosphere and the leading lines of the chamber draw the viewer into its depths, amplified by a fish-eye lens perspective. This androgynous creature, with a color temperature of 2000K, embodies the raw fury of a storm, a dreamlike yet terrifying sentinel.