The Hollow Seraph is a haunting blend of angelic form and nightmarish decay, floating silently with tattered wings made of bone and shadow. Its pale, elongated body is wrapped in ancient, bloodstained cloth, revealing glimpses of stretched sinew and exposed ribs beneath. Its face is a porcelain mask cracked down the middle, hiding a hollow void where eyes should be—only darkness peers through. Six disjointed arms extend from its torso, each ending in long, slender fingers that twitch with unnatural grace. A low, melodic hum follows its presence, luring prey into a trance before it strikes. Neither living nor dead, the Hollow Seraph drifts through ruined cathedrals and battlefields, a forgotten god’s wrath given form.