From the murky depths of Innsmouth Harbor, the Abyssal Matriarch rises, a formidable female wyrm whose scales shimmer with the triadic hues of a storm-tossed sea. Her gaze, filled with ancient disgust, surveys the desolate shores, a stark contrast to the melancholic atmosphere that clings to her like the swirling energy that emanates from her form. She moves with a deliberate, bathing pose, shedding her old skin as a testament to her enduring power, while the faint glow of lens flare catches the edges of her formidable shield. The distant echo of the Steel Legion's march serves as a somber reminder of the world she guards, a world veiled in atmospheric haze and illuminated by the cold, 8000K light of a perpetual twilight.