In a grand hall lined with towering columns, a warrior queen with ebony skin and eyes like molten amber raises her flaming battle-axe in time with the beat of war drums that echo through the chamber. The walls, adorned with massive murals of ancient battles, seem to pulse with the rhythm of the drums, as if the stone itself remembers the wars fought within these halls. Surrounding her, an army of fierce, battle-hardened soldiers stands in perfect formation, their shields raised and spears held high, their faces set in grim determination. At the far end of the hall, a group of musicians clad in ornate, silver armor pound their drums with relentless force, each beat resonating through the very core of the soldiers. The air hums with tension, thick with the scent of burning incense and iron, as the warriors prepare for the coming battle. Above, banners bearing the sigil of a roaring lion sway gently in the breeze that seeps through the cracks in the ancient walls. The queen’s eyes burn with a fierce, unyielding fire as the drums reach a fever pitch, her presence commanding and indomitable. The music of war fills the hall, turning it into a temple of battle, where sound and fury merge into one.<lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>