Horus stands wounded on a cliff beneath a full moon.

Horus Consumed by Sacred Fire carries a wound that cannot heal because it was struck by a weapon of pure truth INVOKE REALM at the edge of a cliff at night, city of lights visible in the valley far below, full moon behind dark clouds, wind visible in the cloak COLOR pale bone ivory and electric gold sacred light palette ATMOSPHERE suspended debris field of stone weapons and bone orbiting in complete silence WEAPON scales of divine judgment with obsidian chains and hammered gold plates POSE wings spread wide from the back, arms slightly down, massive wingspan framing the figure LIGHT bioluminescent light rising from cracks in the ground beneath the figure's feet HOOK Every civilization in all of history feared precisely the same entity. This one.