A demonic demon with a fiery face and wings stands in a dark

From the blackened heart of the Cursed Wood emerges the Harbinger of the Obsidian Maw. Bathed in a sanguine glow, his wings, tattered yet formidable, spread like a nightmarish tapestry against the ghostly fog. Eyes, alight with a malevolent fire, pierce through the souls of those who dare to wander close. With every ember that falls from his wings, whispers of forbidden incantations and tales of woe are released into the cold night air. This artwork immortalizes the very essence of dread, capturing a being who serves as a gateway to realms of unspeakable horrors. Those who gaze upon him are reminded of the ancient evils that lurk just beyond the edges of our reality

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From the blackened heart of the Cursed Wood emerges the Harbinger of the Obsidian Maw. Bathed in a sanguine glow, his wings, tattered yet formidable, spread like a nightmarish tapestry against the ghostly fog. Eyes, alight with a malevolent fire, pierce through the souls of those who dare to wander close. With every ember that falls from his wings, whispers of forbidden incantations and tales of woe are released into the cold night air. This artwork immortalizes the very essence of dread, capturing a being who serves as a gateway to realms of unspeakable horrors. Those who gaze upon him are reminded of the ancient evils that lurk just beyond the edges of our reality

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