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    A fierce, red- haired battle mage with a glowing, molten brand on her cheek stands atop a crumbling battlefield, her hands engulfed in roaring flames. Her armor, scorched and cracked from countless battles, reflects the inferno swirling around her, and her eyes burn with the same fiery intensity. She wields a massive sword forged from volcanic glass, its blade glowing red- hot as if it were fresh from the forge, and the air around it distorts from the heat. With a powerful swing, she sends a wave of fire crashing across the battlefield, engulfing her enemies in a storm of molten fury. Her cloak, tattered and singed, billows behind her like the wings of a phoenix rising from the ashes, adding to her fiery, unstoppable presence. The ground beneath her feet is charred black, and the very air crackles with the heat of her destructive magic. Around her, the battlefield burns, the remains of ruined catapults and fallen warriors silhouetted against the fiery horizon. Her molten brand pulses with energy, fueling her flames and granting her an almost divine connection to the element of fire. She stands tall amidst the chaos, a beacon of wrathful power, as the inferno spreads in all directions. <lora:aidmaMJ6. 1- FLUX- V0. 1:0. 6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>

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