Born from the convergence of dying stars and the crushing depths, the Abyssal Sovereign is a harbinger of the prophesied celestial alignment. Its form, a grotesque fusion of the abyssal and the cybernetic, glimmers with holographic projections that mask a profound arrogance. Venomous fangs drip with a substance that warps reality, and its crystalline scales refract the light of a thousand dying suns. It commands the very fabric of space, capable of tearing through dimensions with a mere spell, leaving behind trails of cosmic dust and the oppressive heat of a dying world. This male entity, a product of a dystopian future, views all lesser beings with disdain, a sentiment amplified by the sparkling fairy dust that inexplicably clings to its corrupted form, a stark contrast to its destructive power.