The malevolent mage stands tall and imposing, draped in flowing robes of midnight black. His eyes gleam with an otherworldly fire as he murmurs incantations in a long-forgotten tongue, the words twisting and warping the very air around him. His voice is low and guttural, the language he speaks filled with ancient power and dark magic. The words flow from his lips like a river of shadows, coiling and writhing around him as if they have a life of their own.