On the edge of a desolate battlefield, a lone figure stands, cloaked in black, his silhouette stark against the backdrop of a blood- red sunset. His face is hidden beneath a dark hood, but the faint gleam of steel catches the dying light where a sword rests at his hip. The earth beneath him is scorched and littered with the remnants of war—broken weapons, charred banners, and the bodies of the fallen—but the stranger remains untouched, standing like a solitary sentinel among the ruins. His presence is an anomaly, silent and still in a place that had moments ago been filled with the screams of battle. The wind howls across the plains, carrying with it the acrid scent of smoke and ash, but the figure seems unaffected, unmoved by the devastation around him. His hands, hidden in the folds of his cloak, seem relaxed, yet there is an unmistakable air of power and purpose in the way he stands. The crows that circle overhead seem to avoid him, their cries distant and mournful as they search for easier prey. The air around the stranger hums faintly, as though the battlefield itself recognizes an intruder who does not belong to this world. detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows. intricate details, vivid colors, hyper- detailed, ultra- sharp, <lora:Ev_Ganin:0. 4><lora:Vintage comic book:0. 4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0. 15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0. 4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX- 000001:0. 4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0. 4>