In the dim light of the graveyard, two figures stood face to face, their faces close to each other. Shadows stretched across the worn tombstones, barely illuminated by the pale glow of swirling green magical energy surrounding them.
The man was tall, his lean frame wrapped in dark, elegant mage robes that draped over his shoulders and arms. His almost-black hair was neatly styled, slightly tousled by the wind. His sharp, angular features were accentuated by the soft glow of magic, casting faint highlights over his high cheekbones and defined jawline. His lilac-colored eyes shimmered in the darkness, their depth both intense and unreadable.
Opposite him stood a woman, slightly shorter, her figure similarly cloaked in dark mage robes, fitted for both movement and practicality. Her long, snow-white hair cascaded down her back, strands shifting slightly with the energy surrounding them. Her vibrant green eyes, almost unnaturally bright, seemed to glow against the darkness, piercing through the gloom of the cemetery. Her lips were black, as if painted with ink, standing out against her pale complexion.
Their silhouettes were surrounded by a gleam of wild, green magic. Magical mist with sparkles of energy, adding to a ghostly atmosphere of an ancient graveyard.
In the dim light of the graveyard, two figures stood face to face, their faces close to each other. Shadows stretched across the worn tombstones, barely illuminated by the pale glow of swirling green magical energy surrounding them.
The man was tall, his lean frame wrapped in dark, elegant mage robes that draped over his shoulders and arms. His almost-black hair was neatly styled, slightly tousled by the wind. His sharp, angular features were accentuated by the soft glow of magic, casting faint highlights over his high cheekbones and defined jawline. His lilac-colored eyes shimmered in the darkness, their depth both intense and unreadable.
Opposite him stood a woman, slightly shorter, her figure similarly cloaked in dark mage robes, fitted for both movement and practicality. Her long, snow-white hair cascaded down her back, strands shifting slightly with the energy surrounding them. Her vibrant green eyes, almost unnaturally bright, seemed to glow against the darkness, piercing through the gloom of the cemetery. Her lips were black, as if painted with ink, standing out against her pale complexion.
Their silhouettes were surrounded by a gleam of wild, green magic. Magical mist with sparkles of energy, adding to a ghostly atmosphere of an ancient graveyard.