On a desolate battlefield shrouded in darkness, Vortex stands

On a desolate battlefield shrouded in darkness, Vortex stands, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders, partially obscuring his intense gaze. His black coat billows in the cold wind, contrasting sharply with the crisp white shirt beneath. As he grips his dark sword, a malevolent energy begins to pulse through the blade, growing stronger with each passing moment. With a swift and precise motion, Vortex swings his sword, and the air around him seems to ripple with the force of his strike. From the arc of the blade, shadows gather and coalesce into a terrifying form—a towering reaper clad in a tattered black robe, its hollow eyes glowing faintly beneath its hood. In its skeletal hands, it wields a massive scythe that gleams with an eerie light. The reaper hovers behind Vortex, its presence commanding and ominous, ready to carry out his will. The battlefield falls silent as the reaper’s cold, deathly aura spreads, and Vortex, with a grim smile, prepares to unleash the full power of his dark summon.