Amidst the lifeless ruins, only three figures remained, the remnants of what were once the rulers of the mortal kingdoms. Transformed by the sin marks inflicted upon them, they were no longer recognizable as mortals.
The first ruler, once wise and just, bore the weight of his sins upon his form. His skin had turned obsidian black, with an ethereal sheen, resembling the night sky itself. His once vibrant eyes were now smoldering orbs of crimson, imbued with the malevolence that consumed him. Two sharp, ivory horns spiraled upward from his temples, reminiscent of a sinister crown. His fingers had elongated into wicked-looking claws, each tipped with a jagged edge that mirrored the darkness that now enveloped his soul.