In a shadowy, forgotten crypt deep beneath an ancient city, a necromancer kneels before a glowing, intricately carved skull resting on a stone altar. Dark tendrils of magic flow from her outstretched hands, wrapping around the skull as the bones in the surrounding tombs begin to stir. Slowly, skeletal figures rise from the cracked, stone floor, their eye sockets glowing with a faint, green light as they march toward the necromancer, ready to do her bidding. The flickering torchlight casts long shadows across the crypt, highlighting the delicate, hand- carved symbols etched into the walls. The air is thick with the scent of decay and old magic, and the scene pulses with the dark, mystical energy of a world where death is merely the beginning. MythP0rt<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0. 5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0. 75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0. 5><lora:Aura_Flux- 000010:0. 6>