A lone figure, her face obscured by a mask of jagged, charred bone, etched with burning, obsidian flames. Her skin, pallid and ash-covered, reveals a network of crimson veins, pulsing with an infernal light. She stands amidst a desolate wasteland, skeletal trees clawing at the churning, crimson sky. A storm rages around her, whipping her tattered, smoke-stained robes, each gust carrying the whispers of forgotten souls. Her eyes, glowing with an eerie, emerald green, pierce through the darkness, reflecting the cold, unforgiving fire that consumes her. The air is thick with the scent of burning flesh and despair. 