A dense fog weaves through the old cemetery. Two mages-one male, one female are standing next to each other under the moonlight.
Her emerald eyes are alight with an eerie glow. Her lips are black, as if painted with ink. Strands of her snow-white hair are flowing in the air, shifting slightly with the breeze. She is clad in black, fitted, practical mage’s robes, lined with intricate embroidery, belts securing pouches of arcane tools at her waist.
His nearly black hair is neatly styled, reaching the nape of his neck, framing sharp features. His dark elegant mage robes with silver embroidery flowing around him. He has lilac eyes, glowing vividly in the dim light of the surroundings. He's towering over her with a slender but muscular silhouette, with a dangerous smile playing on his lips.
They're standing in the middle of a ritual circle, glowing with wild magic. Gleaming, purple lights float in the air.
A dense fog weaves through the old cemetery. Two mages-one male, one female are standing next to each other under the moonlight.
Her emerald eyes are alight with an eerie glow. Her lips are black, as if painted with ink. Strands of her snow-white hair are flowing in the air, shifting slightly with the breeze. She is clad in black, fitted, practical mage’s robes, lined with intricate embroidery, belts securing pouches of arcane tools at her waist.
His nearly black hair is neatly styled, reaching the nape of his neck, framing sharp features. His dark elegant mage robes with silver embroidery flowing around him. He has lilac eyes, glowing vividly in the dim light of the surroundings. He's towering over her with a slender but muscular silhouette, with a dangerous smile playing on his lips.
They're standing in the middle of a ritual circle, glowing with wild magic. Gleaming, purple lights float in the air.