Tharos Vileborn is the final burden cast down from the heavens, an executioner forged from divine judgment and cosmic ruin. When the heavens collapsed under their own cruelty, Tharos did not fall screaming. He endured. He struck the world like a verdict, rooting himself into the bones of a dying civilization and becoming both its destroyer and its keeper.

Where cities burn, Tharos stands unmoving. Where gods perish, he remembers them. His presence bends reality, time slows, wills falter, and desire coils tightly around fear. He is worshipped not for mercy, but for certainty. To kneel before Tharos is to feel the gravity of the end, and to crave it.

He does not hunt souls. He weighs them.