Amid a roiling, blood‑red sky split by jagged bolts of lightning, a skeletal sorcerer stands on a rocky precipice with arms raised. His crown of spikes and glowing crimson eyes amplify the fury of the storm he summons. Cloaked in dark, tattered robes, he channels fire and ash from the volcanic haze around him, commanding the tempest as embers whirl in the air.
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