A tall, gaunt figure with a skeletal frame stands in a dark, fog- shrouded environment, exuding an aura of ancient malevolence. The figure is draped in a tattered, decaying robe that clings to his bony form, the edges frayed and worn, as though it has endured centuries of wear. His head is a floating, grinning skull, partially obscured by a hood, with hollow eye sockets that glow faintly with an unnatural, eerie light. The skull's grin is unnervingly wide, as if it holds some dark secret. In one hand, he holds a large, eldritch lantern that emits a cold, bluish light, casting twisted shadows around him. The other hand clutches a sack, heavy with disturbing, unseen contents. The atmosphere is thick with dread, as the figure's slow, deliberate movements suggest an eternal, relentless search for lost souls, evoking a sense of cosmic horror and the unfathomable unknown, Skaven