Sibling Rivalry

This years been tough for a lot of obvious reasons and I've had a really hard time being motivated to create any personal work. I've managed to get a couple things started and this is one that I feel is the most finished. This one is actual a redo of an earlier image (the second image) which was basically a really early blender experiment that I was never overly happy with.
Anyways here's the usual spiel short story:
Sec slowed to a stop as she reached the top of the long stair climb. The air was thick and smelled of ash and sulfur and the sun light was barely piercing the thick atmosphere. There was a low hum emanating from the ancient half-shattered device, she imagined the headache she was going to have if she survived this. First was sitting directly below the orb, in a throne of his own making, red light casting ever so dramatically down onto him. Of course she recognized him, but the difference from the last time she'd seen him was jarring. The shaved head and glowing eyes stood out the most, but it was hard to the miss the ornamentation and regalia of the cult, the tattoos and jewelry felt of a different time and place.
Sec had not come here resolved to fight, but she was prepared to do what ever was necessary.