A fallen archangel kneels at the edge of a vast, glowing lake of lava in a scorched and desolate landscape. His once-radiant wings are torn and burned, the feathers charred or missing, with smoldering embers drifting from their remains. His golden armor is cracked and blackened from battle, barely clinging to his bruised and bloodied body. A massive, celestial sword is plunged into the cracked, molten earth in front of him, gripped by trembling hands. His head is bowed in sorrow, and tears of blood stream down his face, reflecting the fiery light. The sky above is a churning mass of dark clouds, pierced by faint, dying rays of light, barely holding back the storm. Ash and smoke swirl around him like ghosts of the fallen. The entire scene radiates grief, power, and tragic beauty. Hyper-realistic, high detail, dark fantasy style, dramatic lighting, cinematic composition.