破舊長袍中持魔杖的秘法戰士

an arcane warrior draped in a long, tattered robe once regal, now frayed and faded with age, its fabric stitched with tarnished gold threads and elaborate relic-like ornaments clinking faintly with each subtle movement, massive wizard hat perched atop their head, slouched and wide-brimmed, casting a deep shadow over their upper body, intricate rings and amulets dangling from every joint and sleeve, a heavy staff of darkened wood gripped tightly in one hand, crusted with oversized agates and shards of luminous amber that flicker like trapped fireflies, standing with one foot forward and knees bent, robe fluttering from the force of rising wind, body poised in a low, tense battle stance, facing a towering humanoid abomination in the distance, its grotesque limbs twisted unnaturally and oozing with a sense of corrupted power, between them a fractured landscape of shattered stone and floating debris suspended in arcane gravity, thunderclouds swirling violently overhead, illuminating the scene with erratic bursts of pale lightning G0thicL1nes