Newfantasycore, Cyberpunk Dystopia Style, Over- the- Shoulder View, As the crimson eclipse unfolds, a lone figure stands at the edge of a slate- gray lake, surrounded by a rot- infused snowstorm that seems to dance with an otherworldly rhythm. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten rituals. In the distance, a warlock's pact begins to unravel, releasing tendrils of dark energy that writhe across the sky like tentacles. The chimes made of bone suspended from the trees creak softly, their mournful melody harmonizing with the whispers of the void- touched amulets scattered about the landscape. To the warlock