a battlefield drenched in blood and fire, a warrior with wild, crimson-streaked hair and scarred, dark bronze skin stands atop a pile of fallen enemies, his mouth open in a scream of pure, unrelenting vengeance. His golden eyes burn with a fury that seems to set the very air around him ablaze, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turn white. The tattered remnants of his once-proud armor barely cling to his body, torn apart by the brutal carnage of battle. Behind him, banners soaked in blood flutter in the wind, and the distant sound of clashing swords and dying screams fills the smoky air. His breath is ragged, his chest rising and falling with the raw energy of his rage, while his massive greatsword, dripping with fresh blood, trembles in his grip. The battlefield itself is a vision of chaos, with torn earth, broken weapons, and burning wreckage stretching to the horizon. Ash and embers swirl around him, mixing with the crimson glow of the setting sun, casting his shadow long and monstrous over the corpses at his feet. His scream reverberates through the battlefield like a war cry from the depths of hell, an unholy declaration of vengeance that shakes the very heavens. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp,VibrantSharp,OrigynS
