The evil wizard, known as Malakar, exudes an aura of malevolence and dark power. His tall, gaunt figure is shrouded in tattered robes of deep, midnight black, woven with threads of crimson that pulse faintly like veins filled with cursed blood. His skin is ashen and pallid, stretched taut over sharp, angular features that seem almost skeletal. Malakar’s eyes, glowing a sinister green, are sunken deep into his skull, flickering with an insatiable hunger for power and control. His long, bony fingers are tipped with claw-like nails, stained with the remnants of dark rituals. Clutched in his grip is his infamous staff, a fearsome artifact wrought from gnarled ebony wood. Twisting and contorting, the staff seems almost alive, with serpentine carvings that writhe and twist around its length. At the top, encased in a cage of twisted iron, sits a large, blood-red crystal that throbs with dark energy, casting an eerie, hellish glow. The staff crackles with malevolent power, resonating with the dark spells that Malakar channels through it. Each step he takes is accompanied by an unnatural chill, the air around him thick with the stench of decay and the whispers of tormented souls, marking his presence as a harbinger of doom.