Welcome to Black Magic Flux!’ is scrawled in faded, spray-painted letters acro

Welcome to Black Magic Flux!’ is scrawled in faded, spray-painted letters across the crumbling facade of a ruined building. The sky is a sickly orange, tinged with ash and dust, while the ground is littered with broken metal, decayed vehicles, and skeletal remains of civilization. The air is dry and scorched, with distant, twisted trees struggling to survive. A faint wind carries the eerie howl of the dead world, and the whole vibe reeks of desperation and dark magic amidst the decay