Newfantasycore, Fractal Geometry Style, High- Angle View, In the depths of a long- abandoned crypt, where shadows writhe like living darkness, an eldritch guardian stands watch. Its twisted form is forged from the very essence of despair, as if the sorrow and anguish of countless souls had coalesced into a being of malevolent purpose. Before it, a spiked carapace assistant, its shell cracked and worn, lies motionless, a testament to the futility of resistance against the forces of damnation. The air reeks of decay and forgotten magic, whispers of which still linger, faint glows that struggle to pierce the veil
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