An ancient warlock, the old crone, blends frailty with arcane power. Wrinkled and haggard, her grey hair frames a face etched by time. Surrounded by a magical aura, she weaves sigils in shadows, her presence invoking both awe and dread in those who dare approach.

The Crone Ascendant

The Grim Reaper, looking ahead, wearing a long, torn hooded robe that reveals only his skeletal, bleached face, stands on an old, sinister, and battered boat sailing on a reddish sea surrounded by thick fog. He holds a long scythe in his right hand and a faint orange lantern in his left. “Shadows of lost souls appear in the water below, their faces dimly illuminated by the lantern’s glow and their empty green eye sockets.” In the background, a dark, jagged mountain peak is visible, partially shrouded in shadow and mist.

AI-generated npc fantasy art. An ancient warlock, the old crone, blends frailty with arcane power. Wrinkled and haggard, her grey hair frames a face etche…