Standing atop a crumbling tower, a wizard surveys the battlefield below, her staff alight with swirling runes of blue and gold. Her elaborate robes shimmer with arcane symbols that shift and pulse as if alive, and her long hair is streaked with strands of pure magic, glowing softly in the twilight. She holds an ancient tome in her hand, its pages turning as if by an unseen wind, each word written in a language older than the stars. Her eyes glow with the knowledge of the universe, and as she raises her staff, the air around her crackles with raw energy, bending reality to her will. Constellations seem to dance around her, and with a single word, she summons a massive arcane barrier to shield her allies from the chaos below.