8 months ago "A gaunt, undead Koschei Revenant drifts forward, its skeletal form barely covered by the tattered remains of royal robes embroidered with golden Slavic patterns. Its bony hands grip a twisted staff carved from blackened wood, crackling faintly with necrotic energy. Its sunken face is wrapped in a sickly, pale glow, and its hollow eyes seem to pierce into the soul of whoever dares to gaze upon it. Behind it, an abandoned ice-covered palace stretches into the storm-filled sky, its broken windows reflecting ghostly lights. The air around it is filled with swirling, spectral figures, whispering in an ancient tongue as they swirl in agony." PiPo PRO 0 47
