Cyber- Lich Warlord: A Dystopian Death Mask – Dark Digital Painting – A close- up, hyper- detailed portrait of a cybernetic death soldier, his grinning skull partially obscured by the tattered hood of a battle- worn black robe. The exposed bone is cracked and weathered, reinforced with cybernetic implants and grafted metal plating, the remnants of a soldier long past human. Faint neon- pink data streams flicker across the surface of his skull, like ghostly war memories playing on loop. His heavy armor is ancient, a patchwork of dented, battle- scarred plating bolted into his frame. The matte black metal is dulled by dust, rust, and dried oil, crisscrossed with deep gashes from past conflicts. Fiber- optic cables, frayed and exposed, snake across his chest, pulsating weakly as if barely keeping his decayed form operational. A cracked tactical display flickers over one empty eye socket, scanning the world with cold, calculated efficiency. Beneath his tattered robe, the faint glow of embedded cybernetics pulses through the grime—an eerie, sickly neon- pink light seeping from vents in his chest plate, casting jagged shadows across his hollow ribcage. His massive gauntlets, plated and reinforced, bear the weight of war; one grips the hilt of a rusted combat blade, its surface blackened and chipped, while the other crackles faintly with energy, artificial sinews barely holding his form together