Newfantasycore, Surrealist Abstraction Style, Back View, In the frozen citadel's smoky silver heart, a necromancer stands atop crumbling spires, her eyes aglow with faint glows of forgotten magic beneath the ash. Her hands grasp daggers of whispers and betrayal, their blades etched with pulsar- like runes that seem to hum with dark power. Before her, a bladed tentacle assistant writhes, its segmented body a mass of razor- sharp limbs that writhe and twist like living darkness. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten rituals, as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling. In
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