Welcome to Black Magic Flux!’ blares in flickering, blood-red neon

Welcome to Black Magic Flux!’ blares in flickering, blood-red neon, half-glitching like it’s barely holding on in this gritty, tech-ravaged hellscape. Skyscrapers loom overhead, their windows cracked and dark, while smog and digital static fill the air. Hovercars zoom by above in a blur of neon trails. Rusted cables snake through the streets, and holograms flicker between ads and static interference. The atmosphere hums with an oppressive, high-tech menace, like a world on the brink of collapse