A mid-shot of a skeletal king draped in tattered, regal robes woven from the fabric of night itself, the intricate embroidery glimmering faintly like dying stars. His face is a haunting mask of bone, with deep-set eyes that glow with a cold, spectral light. A tarnished silver crown, cracked and worn with age, rests crookedly atop his head, its jagged edges mirroring the ruins of his long-forgotten kingdom. His gaunt hands clutch a heavy, rusted sword that drips with spectral energy, the blade etched with forgotten runes that pulse with a faint, ghostly glow. Around him, a swirling mist coils like restless spirits, whispering forgotten oaths and laments. The grand hall behind him, filled with broken pillars and crumbling banners, stands frozen in time, its eerie silence heavy with the weight of lost glory. <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.6> <lora:Comic book V2:0.6> <lora:FluxMythG0thicL1nes:0.6> <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano:0.6>