Inside the hollowed-out skull of a long-dead titan, a pale elf with long, flowing white hair and glowing teal eyes is chained to the massive, jagged bones of the creature’s ribcage. The interior of the skull is bathed in an eerie, green light that emanates from the veins of crystal growing out of the titan’s bones, casting long, sharp shadows across the cracked and uneven floor. His torn tunic flutters in the stale wind that flows through the gaping eye sockets of the skull, while the rusted chains clink softly with each movement. Beyond the cavernous maw of the titan’s mouth, a dark, stormy sea stretches out into the horizon, with massive waves crashing against the jagged rocks below. The elf’s sharp features are illuminated by the faint glow of the crystals, his skin appearing almost translucent in the dim light, while his fingers twitch slightly as though preparing to summon long-forgotten magic. Above, the ancient bones creak and groan with the weight of centuries, their hollow echo filling the space with a sense of impending doom. The air smells faintly of salt and decay, mingling with the metallic tang of the enchanted chains that bind him. In the distance, flashes of lightning illuminate the dark clouds, casting brief, violent bursts of light across the sea. It’s a moment suspended in time, where ancient death and raw, untapped power coexist in a haunting tableau.<lora:Smooth_Mix_-_Flux:0.7><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.8>