Mak Lampir stands in a dimly lit forest, her gnarled, ancient face shadowed by a

Mak Lampir stands in a dimly lit forest, her gnarled, ancient face shadowed by a tattered black cloak. Her eyes, fierce and glowing with malevolent power, pierce through the darkness. Her long, disheveled hair frames a visage that exudes both menace and sorrow, reflecting a life steeped in dark magic and lost vengeance. The eerie, almost palpable silence around her underscores the weight of her age-old curse and unrelenting quest for retribution.