Newfantasycore, Surrealist Abstraction Style, Close-Up View, A dark sorceress stands at the edge of a warped horizon, her eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity as she wields a staff imbued with the essence of cursed souls. Behind her, spectral mirrors hang like macabre tapestries, reflecting twisted realities where the damned souls of the past writhe in agony. At her feet lies an ancient, crimson-hued ruby, its power coursing through her veins like lifeblood. The heart of the world, once a pulsing, living entity, now turns to stone, its energy siphoned away by the warlock's