A divine gecko, born from the elder wyrm's final judgment, it stands amidst a war-torn landscape, its bioluminescent spikes casting an eldritch glow. With an arrogant gaze and a challenging stance, it wields a stiletto, ready to deliver a bleak and desolate verdict. Dust motes dance in the heat-distorted air, reflecting in the elegant mirrors that surround it, a testament to its visually noisy, yet divinely composed, presence.