The two figures on a magical bridge. The sun is rising. The man in his late twenties, tall and powerful, is leaning towards a young, delicate woman, while casting a protecting spell, His piercing green eyes glowing with magic. His long, raven-black hair was caught in a light breeze. His face is pale, skin pristine, with no facial hair. Clad in dark mage robes adorned with arcane embroidery. He's a mage of death, cold and a bit scary, but still elegant.
The woman is beautiful, her light, honey-blonde hair cascading in soft waves, glowing in the first rays of sunlight. Her crimson eyes gleamed with an inner light.
Her mage cloak is pale gold, embroidered with delicate, shimmering patterns.
Their silhouettes are surrounded by gleam of ancient magic in many different colors
The two figures on a magical bridge. The sun is rising. The man in his late twenties, tall and powerful, is leaning towards a young, delicate woman, while casting a protecting spell, His piercing green eyes glowing with magic. His long, raven-black hair was caught in a light breeze. His face is pale, skin pristine, with no facial hair. Clad in dark mage robes adorned with arcane embroidery. He's a mage of death, cold and a bit scary, but still elegant.
The woman is beautiful, her light, honey-blonde hair cascading in soft waves, glowing in the first rays of sunlight. Her crimson eyes gleamed with an inner light.
Her mage cloak is pale gold, embroidered with delicate, shimmering patterns.
Their silhouettes are surrounded by gleam of ancient magic in many different colors