A raven-haired sorceress towers before me, her dark locks ablaze with an inner fire as her piercing emerald eyes seem to bore into my soul, illuminating the shadowy recesses of the night. She wears midnight-black armor coiled with sinister red runes, their dark magic pulsing like a malevolent heartbeat, casting an unholy glow on the surroundings. A sword with an eerie crimson sheen rests in her grasp, its pulsating power coursing up her arm like a tempestuous life force as it reacts to her every movement. Her gaze zeroed in on me, the air seems to reverberate with her dark energy, each breath a heavy, foreboding exhalation that speaks of ancient, forbidden knowledge and unbridled malevolence.