The Hollow Regent is a towering, emaciated figure draped in rotting ceremonial robes that constantly drip with black ichor. Its face is a cracked porcelain mask, fused to flesh, with no visible mouth—only the faint sound of wet breathing from beneath. Eyes are hollow pits that glow faintly like dying embers, and its elongated limbs end in too many fingers, jointed wrong, twitching and curling as though sensing unseen things.