WICKED, YOU SAY 2

A colossal Wicked Witch of the West emerges from a tempest of emerald fire and swirling black storm clouds. Her emerald skin glows with an eerie, otherworldly light, contrasting against her obsidian robes that stretch and twist like living shadows. Her razor-sharp hat pierces the sky like a black spire, and her eyes burn like molten gold, filled with wrath and cunning. She levitates above a jagged mountain ridge, holding her ancient broomstaff like a war banner, its bristles sparking with cursed green lightning. Around her, a legion of monstrous winged monkeys spiral in formation, silhouetted against a sky torn by lightning and fire. Far below, the land itself decays under her presence—trees wither, rivers turn to sludge, the earth cracks open. The atmosphere is apocalyptic, cinematic, hyper-detailed, ultra-realistic, infused with epic fantasy grandeur, a vision of unstoppable dark power.