smooth and sharp, confined lines, A twilight battlefield, where an armored sorceress stands alone on a hill of fallen warriors, gripping a radiant silver staff. Her flowing midnight- blue cloak flutters wildly as a massive ethereal dragon coils behind her, its translucent body glowing with an eerie cyan luminescence, in stark contrast to the dark, storm- laden sky. Burning cinders rain from above, flickering between the chilling blue of the dragon’s form and the smoldering red of the battlefield below, creating a surreal clash of light and shadow. The winds whip violently, dust and embers spiraling around her as the ground itself fractures under unseen forces. The composition pulls the eye toward the intense confrontation of warm and cold colors, framing the lone sorceress between destruction and spectral energy