A hyper- realistic photo scene of an ancient, eldritch Tree King standing in a dark, misty forest. The Tree King is a towering figure, his body a twisted mass of gnarled wood, with cracked bark- like skin covered in deep grooves. His face is humanoid but lined with age- old crevices, glowing with eerie, hollow eyes. His head is crowned with jagged, twisted branches that form a natural yet sinister crown, adorned with flickering ghostly lights that cast an unsettling glow. In one hand, he grasps a broken sword, its blade jagged and etched with ancient runes, partially reclaimed by twisting vines. The forest around him is shrouded in an oppressive fog, with the ground littered with decayed leaves that pulse with a faint, malevolent energy. The air is thick with the scent of rot, as the Tree King surveys his corrupted domain, embodying both majesty and despair
