A dark alleyway at midnight, a lone figure shrouded in shadows, eyes aglow with an otherworldly intensity as they conjure forth a swirling vortex of darkness. The sorcerer's robes billow behind them like smoke, as if fueled by the very essence of night itself. Shadowy tendrils writhe and twist, taking form as skeletal constructs that dance at their command, while the air thickens with an aura of foreboding, as if the night itself has become a tangible entity., DarkAura
