Upon the precipice of a towering cliff overlooking a churning sea, a weathered enchanter stands, his cloak billowing in the gusts of wind that whip around him. His beard, long and tangled like the roots of an ancient tree, sways with each movement as he gazes out over the roiling waves below. Clutching a tome bound in cracked leather, he channels the elemental forces swirling around him, conjuring bolts of lightning that streak across the sky with electrifying intensity. Above, dark storm clouds converge, crackling with raw power as they respond to his arcane command, casting an ominous glow upon the rugged landscape.
(worst quality, low quality, normal quality:2), bad anatomy, bad hands FastNegativeV2, BadDream, UnrealisticDream
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