A dark elven sorceress stands among the ruins of a once- glorious city, now crumbling and overrun with creeping vines and shadows. Her silver hair cascades down her back in waves, and her violet eyes gleam with quiet power as she surveys the destruction around her. Her form- fitting, enchanted armor is a blend of dark steel and flowing fabrics, adorned with ancient runes. She holds a staff with a glowing orb at the top, a symbol of her arcane mastery. The staff pulses with dark magic, and the ground beneath her feet seems to shift as if the earth itself is responding to her presence. In the distance, the skeletal remains of an ancient city stretch out, partially swallowed by the jungle. The atmosphere is heavy with magic, the lighting soft and moody, casting long, dramatic shadows across the ruins and the sorceress
