In the heart of a murky, foreboding swamp under the veil of the darkest hour, a dark-haired necromancer commands the forces of the beyond. The swamp is alive with shadow and decay, its gnarled trees stretching toward the heavens like skeletal fingers. Poison-green mist coils around their twisted roots, glowing faintly in the dim light of a crescent moon that struggles to penetrate the oppressive darkness. The stagnant water reflects the eerie green glow, interrupted only by ripples from unseen creatures lurking below. At the center of this unsettling scene stands the necromancer herself, a striking figure clad in a flowing dark mage’s robe embroidered with intricate patterns in deep purple and venomous green. The robe shimmers subtly, as though infused with forbidden magic, its edges fraying into tendrils of shadow that seem to move on their own. A wide-brimmed, pointed mage hat sits atop her raven-black hair, the hat adorned with runes that faintly pulsate with a malevolent green light. In her right hand, she grips a massive staff carved from ancient, gnarled wood, its surface blackened and cracked with veins of glowing emerald energy. Atop the staff rests a massive, jagged green crystal, radiating an ominous, pulsating light that illuminates her pale, sharp features. Her expression is one of cold focus, her piercing violet eyes locked on the spell she is weaving. Her lips are slightly parted, whispering arcane incantations that reverberate with an unsettling echo. Before her, the earth writhes as a skeleton claw bursts through the fetid soil, its bony fingers grasping at the air as the undead servant rises at her command. Poison-green flames dance in its empty eye sockets, casting flickering light across the necromancer’s face and the surrounding swamp. The summoning circle etched into the ground glows with an unnatural light, its symbols etched with a precision that speaks to her mastery of the dark arts. The atmosphere is charged with tension and dark magic. Wisps of ethereal purple light spiral upward from the summoning circle, mingling with the green mist that clings to the necromancer’s form like a spectral shroud. The surrounding swamp crackles with life and death, frogs and insects silenced in the face of her dark power. The overall color palette is a haunting blend of shadowy blacks, venomous greens, and deep purples, with only the occasional flicker of moonlight breaking through the oppressive gloom. Every detail of the necromancer's form exudes power and menace, marking her as a mistress of death and decay, fully in control of the dark forces that bow to her will. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>