A decaying necropolis under a sickly green moon. Statues of long-forgotten kings loom, their hollow eyes vacant. Rusted chains dangle from shattered mausoleums, revealing hidden catacombs. Faded sigils pulse faintly in the eerie fog. A spectral lich floats above the cracked earth. His tattered robes flow around a skeletal form of boundless malice. Cold, soulless eyes peer into the void. Jagged teeth gnash silently. Thin fingers, tipped with brittle claws, clutch a staff made from twisted bone. His shadowy aura distorts reality. Ominous chants fill the air. Withered vines coil around shattered crypts.