The camera focuses on the sorcereres from the waist up, his dark robes shifting as invisible forces swirl around him. her blinded band eyes, as his hands move methodically, shaping glowing runes that hover in the air. Each symbol pulses with energy, flickering between deep blue and fiery red, casting shifting shadows across her face.
A faint smirk plays at the edge of his lips—controlled confidence, the mark of a master. Sparks of arcane power coil up her arms like living tendrils of light, tracing patterns along his skin. His breath is slow, steady, perfectly in sync with the magic he commands.
The camera moves in a smooth, deliberate arc, capturing the flickering light reflecting in his eyes, the hypnotic motion of his hands, and the tension in his expression—this is not just power, it is precision. As the magic builds to its peak, a sudden pulse of energy distorts the air around him, signaling the moment before release..
相机从腰部向上聚焦在巫师身上,他的深色长袍随着无形的力量在他周围旋转而移动。当他的手有条不紊地移动时,她的双眼蒙蔽了双眼,塑造了在空中徘徊的发光符文。每个符号都充满能量,在深蓝色和火红之间闪烁,在她的脸上投下了不断变化的阴影。
微弱的傻笑在他嘴唇的边缘-控制信心