illustration in dad artstyle showing a claustrophobic and atmospheric square 1:1 frame of a necromancer’s catacomb deep underground, soaked in humidity and eerie silence. The stone chamber is built in concentric circular layers, each lined with skeletal remains embedded into the walls, meticulously arranged into ritual sigils. The air hangs thick with green-glowing mist rising from shallow pools of stagnant water on the floor, lit from beneath by unholy runes carved into the rock. Faint flickers of movement—tiny skeletal rats, perhaps—can be seen at the periphery. A lone black-robed necromancer stands in profile beside a central stone plinth, their face obscured by an iron mask inlaid with obsidian shards. They raise a bony hand toward a swirling soulstone hovering above the plinth, which glows an intense, sickly green. Behind them, a massive skeletal serpent coils through an open arch, its eye sockets smoldering with arcane fire. No natural light reaches here. Instead, green witchlight sconces mounted at intervals provide harsh, directional illumination, casting long, menacing shadows that seem to move of their own accord. Every surface glistens with moisture and rot. The scene is rich with dread, age, and quiet reverence for death and the dead.
