A gritty, super-close shot of a rogue knightess, her upper body twisted and angled in a dynamic, defiant pose. Her armor, tarnished and cracked, has been ripped open on one side, exposing a raw, muscle-toned torso covered in a mix of dirt, blood, and soot. A jagged piece of her shoulder guard hangs loose, barely connected, while another neon-blue crack runs down her exposed skin like electric veins, lighting up the damage. Her left arm, strong and bare, clenched into a fist, raises a sword, the blade glowing faintly with an ominous crimson hue. You can feel the weight of her defiance in that moment—the scars on her body, her tattered cloak fluttering violently, catching the broken wind of the ruined city around her. Her hair, matted with blood and dust, flies wild in every direction as she faces an unseen threat. One of her eyes is hidden behind a piece of shattered armor, but the other gleams with rebellious fire, daring anyone to approach. She’s the last knight standing in a world that’s already fallen, and she’s ready to burn it all down.