A silent phantom glides across the blighted wasteland, its ethereal form illuminated by the faint glow of eldritch sigils etched into the twisted trees. In the distance, flesh-bound golems march towards the horizon, their stone-like bodies adorned with warlock staves that seem to wither the very air around them. The wind carries the scent of decay, heavy with the promise of impending doom. As the phantom draws closer, a plague alchemist crouches amidst the ruins, surrounded by vials of noxious concoctions and ancient tomes bound in blackened leather., High-Detail Fantasy Style, Point of View (POV), newfantasycore