A dark fantasy mage stands atop a jagged cliff under a stormy sky, their figure radiating with neon glow vibrant style. Their robes are a chaotic blend of deep black and shimmering neon hues, glowing with pulsating runes etched in violet, cyan, and electric green. In one hand, they hold a staff crowned with a crystal that emits sharp, prismatic light, cutting through the gloom. Around them, magical sigils float in the air, spinning and crackling with luminous energy. The mage’s eyes burn with the same neon brilliance, their piercing stare commanding the very fabric of reality. The background is a stark contrast, a dark and desolate wasteland, illuminated only by the mage’s radiant aura, as if they are the last light in a world of shadow
