A cloaked figure in tattered robes stitched from shadows and bone, with a twisted spine protruding like roots. Their mask is porcelain, cracked, showing a void beneath. Fingers end in rusted needles. A lantern hangs from a chain embedded in their flesh, glowing with lost souls. Each step leaves whispers in the air. Wields a curved blade grown from cursed ivory, pulsing faintly. Moves with graceful decay, like a dancer long forgotten

Imej Tekstur