The sun sets and night rises; the time comes when the world is dominated by darkness. Putting on the robe of darkness, I stepped into the night, as if I were one with heaven and earth. Close your eyes; enjoy the cold earth beneath your feet, sending chills through your bones. Wander alone; on a lonely journey, companions are just superfluous things. A warlock needs no one but a loyal servant as his best companion. Servants come from mana, mana comes from life, and life comes from the enemy's life. As long as the warlock does not die, the servant can be reborn no matter how many times it dies. Come, servant! Coming here with a covenant of blood; I call you. Who tortures the enemy's body, erodes his will, and devours his soul? See! The enemy's face is distorted in pain, and the allies' expressions of fear and panic. There is no music more beautiful than the death wail of the enemy. No applause or encouragement is needed; the fragments of my soul are proof of my glory. Night falls and the sun rises; the hood is pulled down over my eyes. Get the hearthstone and go back to the hotel; I drag my tired body into the basement. No one remembers my name, where I went, or what I did. The corners of my mouth lifted slightly, and I fell into a deep sleep. Warlock is my only name. FHD, Rich in details, masterpiece
mutated hands and fingers, deformed, bad anatomy, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutated, extra limb, ugly, poorly drawn hands, missing limb, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, malformed hands, out of focus, long neck, long body.
