Origin Surrealism - e07

A lone revenant knight, clad in battle-worn armor etched with faded holy symbols, stands at the gates of a ruined cathedral, bathed in the cold glow of a crescent moon. His skeletal hands grip a rusted yet still-powerful greatsword, its blade humming with dormant magic. The wind howls through the shattered stained-glass windows, painting the cracked stone floor with eerie patterns of blue and crimson light. Ash drifts through the air like forgotten prayers, while unseen phantoms whisper in the echoes of the crumbling sanctuary. The scene is a solemn blend of tragedy and unyielding duty.