A towering figure of the grim reaper, clad in ancient, battle-worn full plate armor, brandishes an enormous scythe crafted from interwoven bones and skulls, each one etched with arcane symbols. The reaper stands amidst a sprawling, shadowy city, where every corner echoes with the whispers of fallen souls and the streets are littered with the remnants of long-forgotten battles—skeletal remains scattered underfoot. His billowing black hooded cloak, lined with intricate gold trims that seem to shimmer with an otherworldly light, partially conceals his fearsome skull mask, its hollow eyes glowing with a spectral fire. In this gritty dark fantasy scene, the atmosphere is rife with chaos, the air thick with the tension of an impending clash amid the spectral echoes of an ancient urban battleground.