In a misty, moonlit clearing, a spectral ranger stands tall, his weathered face a map of determination. He's clad in tattered, silver-embroidered garb, with an ethereal aura swirling around him like a shroud. His eyes burn with an otherworldly intensity as he readies his bow, its strings glowing with a soft, lunar light. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, as the ranger prepares to unleash arrows crafted from pure moonbeams, their gentle glow illuminating the darkened landscape.
