A dark fantasy illustration in the style of Brom of a lich lord standing in the ruined great hall of an ancient keep. He is more fleshy than skeletal: gaunt, corpse-pale skin stretched tight over sharp cheekbones, lips shrunken back from blackened teeth, patches of withered flesh clinging to his hands and neck. His eyes burn with sickly red-gold light. A jagged black-iron crown sits on his brow, and he wears tattered but ornate noble robes, heavy with gold embroidery and arcane sigils. One hand grips a twisted staff topped with a caged, screaming soul; faint ghostly vapors coil from it around his body. Rubble, broken pillars, and hints of a dungeon stair fade into the background. Mood is grim, oppressive, and ancient; highly detailed, realistic dark-fantasy style.

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