An ominous, towering figure cloaked in tattered, dark robes stands in the center of a haunted forest. The figure’s face is obscured by a hood, but its hollow, burning eyes emit a ghostly green light that pierces the shadows. Long, skeletal fingers clutch a twisted staff topped with a decayed raven’s skull, its beak chipped and twisted. Around the figure, blackened, dead trees loom, their branches twisted and contorted like grasping hands, reaching towards the figure as if in reverence or fear. Scattered along the forest floor lie broken pieces of cursed talismans and torn remnants of lost travelers’ belongings, swallowed by roots and soil alike.
