A strange, wiry silhouette suspended in the air, the Void Imp seems less like a living creature and more like a deliberate mistake in reality. Its skin is a deep, velvety purple, too smooth and too uniform, almost as if it were sculpted from smoke given form. Its head bears no true face, only a sleek, mask-like surface with two jagged horns. Around its head burns a cold blue halo of flame that sheds light without warmth, and never quite touches the body beneath it.

Its limbs are long and unnaturally precise, every motion carrying an eerie grace. Gold bands circle its wrists and ankles, glinting faintly in defiance of the dimness it brings. Its legs end in long, segmented, insect-like feet that flex and click softly when they move, the toes ending in dark, hooked talons. A slender tail winds and unwinds lazily behind it, ending in a sharp, barbed tip.

The Void Imp holds itself with unsettling confidence, arms crossed as it hovers in perfect stillness. It neither breathes nor blinks, and the air around it feels oddly hollow, as if sound itself hesitates to exist too close to its presence.