Standing atop a storm-ravaged mountain, a sorcerer draped in a long, tattered robe wields the raw fury of nature’s wrath. Their hair crackles with electricity, and their staff—crafted from weathered driftwood and adorned with shards of pure lightning crystal—channels the tempestuous skies. As they raise their hands, the heavens respond with violent lightning bolts and deafening thunder that shakes the earth. Their pale skin glows faintly with the same light as the storm, and their eyes shine like twin stars lost in chaos. With a single utterance, they summon cyclones that rip apart forests, obliterate structures, and scatter armies like leaves in the wind. Their enemies tremble as the sheer power of the storm lays waste to all before them, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.
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