A majestic orc elder, dressed in flowing ceremonial robes of deep reds and burnt oranges, stands atop a cliff overlooking a vast autumn forest. His hands are raised to the sky, conducting a powerful spell as swirling orange leaves gather around him in a vortex. The distant sun is setting, casting long shadows over the forest below, where stone ruins and forgotten paths hint at ancient civilizations. The vibe is powerful and reverent, with a connection to both the natural world and long- lost magic