Wizards walk the forbidden edge of arcane mastery.
Where Mages study balance and control, Wizards embrace intensity. Their skull-marked attire and dark garments are symbols of devotion to deeper, more dangerous branches of magic. Power is not feared — it is pursued.
The masked male Wizards conceal their faces not out of shame, but to sever identity from emotion. Magic, to them, is not personal. It is absolute. Cold. Precise.
The female Wizards, marked by crimson hair and jeweled circlets, channel volatile energy with fierce elegance. Their presence alone bends the air around them, as if reality itself hesitates.
Wizards do not ask permission from the elements.
They command them.
And when red light gathers in their hands, even the bravest warriors reconsider their advance.
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