Imagine a warrior- priestess consumed by dark, corrupting forces, her form twisted by the malevolent power she serves. She is clad in blood- red armor, intricately designed with sharp, angular lines, and is surrounded by an aura of corruption and decay. Her eyes burn with a fanatical intensity, reflecting her devotion to the Scourge. Behind her, the environment is a nightmarish landscape, with twisted, fleshy tendrils and pulsating, organic masses growing out of the ground. She wields a weapon infused with dark energy, and her presence brings forth a wave of dread and impending doom, as if she is the harbinger of a devastating scourge that will consume all in its path
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