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    ck-8bit-gameboy, A vast, ancient colosseum, Corpses from different ages are strewn across the field, In the distance, a lone gladiator stands at a stone altar, calling the gladiators to rise. The air is thick with fog, and ravens circle overhead. ancient, broken siege engines and a fading sun that casts a orange glow
    A weathered orc druid in tattered robes, standing tall in the middle of a stone circle, ancient monoliths covered in vines surround him, the orange and red hues of autumn leaves swirl in the air, his gnarled wooden staff glowing with faint green light, pagan runes etched into his skin, a raven perched on his shoulder, the vibe is mystical and serene, the field around is lush but fading into the cool embrace of autumn, with distant mist-covered mountains in the background.
    A towering, gaunt figure stands in a desolate, fog-choked medieval graveyard, cloaked in tattered, bloodstained robes that drag across the dirt. Its face is hidden beneath a grotesque, elongated pestilence mask, the cracked leather stretched over an unnatural skull, with hollow, dead eyes peering out from deep within. The beak of the mask drips with a thick, black ichor, and the air around the figure reeks of decay and death. In its bony hand, it clutches a gnarled staff made of twisted human femurs, adorned with rotting, severed heads, their mouths sewn shut with barbed wire. As it moves through the fog, the ground withers beneath its feet, the grass turning to ash, while silent, skeletal ravens circle above, waiting to feast on the souls of the damned. Every breath it takes is a rattling gasp, like the dying wheeze of a thousand plague victims, and its presence draws the spirits of the dead from their graves, their skeletal hands clawing desperately at the earth. This figure seeks not salvation, but only the embrace of death, spreading pestilence wherever it roams, a living harbinger of rot and ruin.
    F@nt@sy CFH, A towering, gaunt figure stands in a desolate, fog-choked medieval graveyard, cloaked in tattered, bloodstained robes that drag across the dirt. Its face is hidden beneath a grotesque, elongated pestilence mask, the cracked leather stretched over an unnatural skull, with hollow, dead eyes peering out from deep within. The beak of the mask drips with a thick, black ichor, and the air around the figure reeks of decay and death. In its bony hand, it clutches a gnarled staff made of twisted human femurs, adorned with rotting, severed heads, their mouths sewn shut with barbed wire. As it moves through the fog, the ground withers beneath its feet, the grass turning to ash, while silent, skeletal ravens circle above, waiting to feast on the souls of the damned. Every breath it takes is a rattling gasp, like the dying wheeze of a thousand plague victims, and its presence draws the spirits of the dead from their graves, their skeletal hands clawing desperately at the earth. This figure seeks not salvation, but only the embrace of death, spreading pestilence wherever it roams, a living harbinger of rot and ruin.
    An anthropomorphic cat necromancer dressed in a black, tattered hooded cloak adorned with magical runes is standing in a spell-casting pose. The cat is holding a magical black staff, decorated with feathers and bird skulls. The necromancer is in an ancient, eerie graveyard with wrought iron fences, old crosses, and weathered statues of angels. It's a moonlit night with dark clouds partially covering the moon. The necromancer is raising the dead, with skeletal hands emerging from the ground. Red magical energy flows from the necromancer, with glowing red particles in the air. Black ravens are perched on twisted trees, some circling above. The cat's gaze is directly towards the viewer, with an intense and mystical expression. The entire scene is illuminated by the red glow of the necromancer's magic Cinematic style,(masterpiece, sharp focus:1.2),
    A 18 year old sad girl with dark circles under her eyes, a raven sits on her shoulder. Victorian fashion, fully unbuttoned black garment, pale perky tits visible, Girl standing near trees without leaves, dusk, fog (epic dark fantasy style) ne0nfant4sy
    A young sad girl with dark circles under her eyes, a raven sits on her shoulder. Victorian fashion, black garment. Girl standing near trees without leaves, dusk, fog (epic dark fantasy style) ne0nfant4sy
    The Raven Queen "A regal Gothic woman with long, flowing black hair stands on the edge of a desolate cliff, her billowing cloak made of raven feathers shimmering under the pale moonlight. Her piercing emerald eyes glow with an otherworldly energy, and a silver diadem adorned with black opals rests on her forehead. Ravens circle above as a storm brews in the distance."
    Create a mystical, moonlit scene set in a dense, ancient forest during the witching hour, just past midnight. The sky is a deep indigo, with swirling clouds partly covering a glowing full moon. In the clearing, a circle of witches in dark, flowing robes stand around a crackling bonfire, casting intricate spells. Their robes are adorned with silver runes that shimmer in the firelight, and each holds a different magical item—crystal-tipped wands, ornate chalices, and smoking cauldrons filled with glowing liquid. Ethereal mist curls at their feet, weaving around roots and ancient stones etched with forgotten symbols. In the background, shadowy, enchanted trees twist toward the sky, their branches forming a natural arch. A black cat with piercing green eyes sits calmly near one of the witches, while spectral ravens fly overhead. Stars twinkle faintly, and glowing, translucent spirits of the forest appear, drawn to the witches' powerful magic. The atmosphere is tense and otherworldly, full of energy as the spells take hold. Every detail—from the flickering flames to the soft rustling of leaves—should feel alive with enchantment and mystery, evoking the power of the witching hour.
    A young sad girl with dark circles under her eyes, a raven sits on her shoulder. Victorian fashion, black garment. Girl standing near trees without leaves, dusk, fog (epic dark fantasy style) ne0nfant4sy
    Witch of the Blood Moon "A powerful dark witch stands atop an ancient altar under the eerie red glow of a blood moon. Her dress is a mix of tattered lace and flowing silk, wrapped in a corset of dark leather. Her blackened fingertips crackle with forbidden magic, and runes glow faintly on her skin. Ravens circle above as the wind howls through the skeletal trees."
    Witch of the Blood Moon "A powerful dark witch stands atop an ancient altar under the eerie red glow of a blood moon. Her dress is a mix of tattered lace and flowing silk, wrapped in a corset of dark leather. Her blackened fingertips crackle with forbidden magic, and runes glow faintly on her skin. Ravens circle above as the wind howls through the skeletal trees."
    GLOW,intricate tetradic colors in every details,FLUORESCENT,asian woman, A colossal skeleton, rendered with painterly strokes of umber and sepia, dominates the composition. The creature, its form almost translucent against the tumultuous ochre sky, consumes an unknown object, shards cascading from its skeletal grasp. Position the camera at a low angle to amplify the skeleton's enormity, emphasizing its macabre grandeur. A lone figure, dwarfed by the skeletal titan, stands on a dilapidated pier, their back turned, offering a poignant meditation on mortality and the ephemeral nature of existence. Ensure the pier's textures—weather-beaten wood, rusting metal—are rendered with meticulous detail. Infuse the scene with an oppressive, melancholic atmosphere, achieved through chiaroscuro lighting that casts deep shadows across the desolate landscape. Include a flock of ravens, harbingers of decay, circling the skeletal giant, further heightening the sense of unease.
    In a moonlit glade, a mystical forest enchantress stands with an air of ethereal grace, her translucent silver gown flowing like liquid starlight around her, revealing hints of her silhouette beneath. Cascading raven hair frames her face, while her skin is adorned with luminescent runes that pulse gently with the rhythm of the night. The enchanted woodland around her is alive with the towering presence of ancient trees and the soft glow of fireflies, their gentle dance accompanied by the rustle of leaves in the serene, magical ambiance. Her attire, intricately woven with threads of starlight and delicate floral embroidery, catches the night breeze, adding to her otherworldly presence. Striking a dynamic pose, she places one leg slightly forward, creating a sense of movement as if she is about to glide through the forest. Her arms are raised gracefully, fingers tracing the air as if weaving magic, while her head tilts slightly upward, capturing the moonlight on her serene face. This posture highlights not only her flowing gown and intricate runes but also conveys a sense of confidence and mystical allure. Her captivating smile and wise, gentle gaze—eyes like deep pools of moonlit water—reflect the mysteries of the forest, adding depth to her character. Standing amidst a circle of ancient stones and surrounded by woodland creatures, she exudes an aura of tranquility and wisdom, embodying the harmony of spirit and nature as a timeless guardian of the earth's magic. mythp0rt
    fna_style Create a digital painting in the style of dark fantasy art. Depict a beautiful norse woman with red hair standing in a forest landscape. She is barefoot, wearing a simple dark tunic with a thigh-high slit, without sleeves and with bare shoulders. She is curvy and sexually attractive. She holds an ornate spear in her right hand. Golden straight lines and circle form a halo behind her head. Ravens flying around. The background showcases a dark tundra forest, the ground is covered with fallen leaves. The scene is rich with detailed textures, including moss-covered rocks, trees, and a muted, earthy color palette. The composition is framed by ancient, intricately carved wooden borders
    Sarah Connor, the indomitable warrior, is reimagined as a fierce shieldmaiden in a Viking-inspired Norse mythology setting. She’s dressed in a rugged, leather-and-fur outfit, with intricate runes etched into her armor. The scene is set on a snow-covered battlefield, with towering mountains and dark storm clouds in the background. She wields a massive battle axe, her muscles tense and ready for combat, while a pair of ravens circle overhead. The atmosphere is charged with the energy of an impending battle, blending the raw power of the Viking era with Sarah’s iconic resilience and strength.
    Breathtaking cinematic film still of a beautiful yet sinister Blood Witch, . raven hair, Her pale skin glows faintly with dark red energy, she kneels within a sacrificial circle praising her blood god , whispering forgotten incantations. Her dark, refined revealing robes are stitched with spells written in dried crimson blood, adorned with occult sigils and eldritch runes. Her piercing eyes roll back in a trance, as magical crimson liquid blood swirls around her, large wings made of dark dripping blood unfold behind her attached to her back The background is a forbidden occult blood altar, shrouded in candles, cursed symbols, and spectral mist, while dark forces shift and coil in the shadows. The atmosphere is heavy with arcane dread, the air thick with the presence of a blood pact sealed long ago. Hyper-detailed, dark fantasy, infused with the artistic styles of Adrian Smith, Rembrandt and Goya. High contrast, cinematic lighting, intricate textures, mystical and terrifying, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy,, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:.75> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.4> <lora:aidmaFLuxPro1.1_v0.3:0.5> aidmafluxpro1.1
    a cinematic scene from dark fantasy/horror, extreme wide shot transitioning to a medium shot, a grim reaper-like figure, shrouded in a black hoodie, stands amidst a desolate graveyard, his glowing blue scythe dripping with ethereal energy, big moon looms ominously in the background, a flock of ravens circling overhead, captured by an Arri Alexa LF with anamorphic lenses, a sense of dread and foreboding, with a touch of gothic beauty, low-key lighting with deep shadows, accented by the eerie blue glow of the scythe and the pale moonlight, creating a chiaroscuro effect, <lora:FantasyWizardWitchesFluxV2-000001:0.8>, <lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.4>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano:0.4>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of Underneath the vast, star-filled sky of the desert, a bearded Native American shaman with rich, copper-toned skin and long, raven-black hair kneels beside a roaring bonfire. His body is adorned with intricate tribal tattoos and feathers, glowing faintly in the warm firelight. In his hands, he holds a staff crowned with a hawk's skull, and as he chants, the flames twist and rise, forming the ethereal shape of a great wolf with glowing, amber eyes. The wolf’s fur seems to shimmer with stardust, and its massive, translucent form circles the fire with quiet, powerful grace. The surrounding desert is bathed in the fire’s glow, and ancient petroglyphs carved into nearby stones pulse faintly as if resonating with the shaman's ancient incantation. Above, the full moon hangs heavy, casting a silver light over the barren landscape, blending with the orange flames in a surreal dance of colors. The air is thick with the scent of sage and burning wood, while the wind carries the soft echo of distant howls. The shaman’s eyes are closed, his face serene, as he communes with the spirit world, calling upon the wisdom and strength of the wolf. Around him, the desert remains still, as if the very earth is holding its breath in reverence to the ritual. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    dungeons and dragons character art style, a norse man in his early 50s with long grey hair grey beard and emerald green eyes, his left hand is casting magic, a magic circle glows at his feet, he is in a library, a raven flies near him, he is wearing viking clothes, dynamic image, Perfect hand, hand, detailed hand, cinematic lighting, very dramatic, masterpiece, magic winds whipping around
    dungeons and dragons character art style, a norse man in his early 50s with long grey hair grey beard and emerald green eyes, his left hand is casting magic, a magic circle glows at his feet, he is in a library, a raven flies near him, he is wearing viking clothes, dynamic image, Perfect hand, hand, detailed hand, cinematic lighting, very dramatic, masterpiece, magic winds whipping around
    dungeons and dragons character art style, a norse man in his early 50s with long grey hair grey beard and emerald green eyes, his left hand is casting magic, a magic circle glows at his feet, he is in a library, a raven flies near him, he is wearing viking clothes, dynamic image, Perfect hand, hand, detailed hand
    dungeons and dragons character art style, a norse man in his early 50s with long grey hair grey beard and emerald green eyes, his left hand is casting magic, a magic circle glows at his feet, he is in a library, a raven flies near him, he is wearing viking clothes, dynamic image, Perfect hand, hand, detailed hand, cinematic lighting, very dramatic, masterpiece
    dungeons and dragons character art style, a norse man in his early 50s with long grey hair grey beard and emerald green eyes, his left hand is casting magic, a magic circle glows at his feet, he is in a library, a raven flies near him, he is wearing viking clothes, dynamic image, Perfect hand, hand, detailed hand
    A battle-scarred warrior reborn from the ashes, the Emberforged Revenant strides through a smoldering battlefield clad in armor fused with molten veins of infernal fire. Wisps of ember-laced smoke rise from the cracks in his charred gauntlets, and his eyes burn like twin infernos, seething with relentless fury. A great cleaver, blackened by countless battles, drips with molten slag, each swing searing the air with blistering heat. Shadows dance in the wake of his steps, leaving scorched imprints upon the earth, while spectral ravens wreathed in flame circle above, their cries echoing the whispers of fallen souls.
    A young nun stands in a heroic pose at the entrance of an old, weathered church in the barren wastelands of Mexico. She grips a sawed-off shotgun firmly in her hands, exuding both grace and danger. Her black habit is slightly windswept, revealing a determined expression with piercing eyes. The camera angle is low, looking up at her like in a heroic action movie, making her appear powerful and resolute. Behind her, a lone horse stands motionless, its dark mane flowing slightly in the dry wind. Above the crumbling church, a flock of ravens circles ominously, their black silhouettes stark against the golden-red hues of the setting sun. The dusty air is thick with tension, blending Western and post-apocalyptic aesthetics into a strikingly cinematic scene.
    In the heart of a medieval town, a bustling marketplace unfolds under a gloomy, overcast sky, steeped in a dark Gothic atmosphere. Narrow cobblestone streets wind between towering, gothic-style buildings with pointed arches, intricate stone carvings, and tall, looming spires that cast long shadows over the scene. Market stalls line the square, selling everything from darkly colored fabrics to strange, arcane trinkets, with vendors cloaked in tattered robes. Amidst the crowd, a young female witch stands out, her scarlet, messy Dutch-braided hair contrasting sharply with her pale, tattooed skin. Her wide, blue eyes are framed by heavy black eyeliner, and her lips are painted a deep red, giving her a sinister, gothic allure. She wears a black, gothic Bliaut with bare shoulders, revealing intricate tattoos, and her bare feet silently tread the cold cobblestone. Rings adorn her fingers, and a dark necklace rests against her collarbone, while her long, pointed nose and slim face add to her eerie presence. Her expression is threatening, exuding power as she scans the marketplace with a cold, calculating gaze. The flickering lanterns, thick fog, and ravens circling above complete the haunting, gothic scene. (high-resolution, dark, atmospheric, gothic, medieval, eerie). 3th33r34l <lora:ethereal-grace:0.5>, <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.8>​​​
    aidmaHyperrealism Dawn struggles through thick, spectral mist, casting a ghostly, amber light over the lake, where a lone Wizard’s tower stands, tall and foreboding, at its center. The tower’s dark stones glisten with morning dew, ancient runes faintly glowing, as if breathing with magic in the early light. Around it, the forest looms, trees gnarled and tangled, their twisted branches like claws reaching into the pale, rising sun. Wisps of light—small, flickering orbs, drifting like lost souls—hover near the shore, casting soft, eerie reflections on the lake's glassy surface. From the shadows, shapes shift; a silver stag with antlers woven from delicate vines steps out, its eyes gleaming with intelligence, watching the tower. A murmur of wings cuts through the mist as ghostly ravens circle high above, their feathers catching the weak sunlight in flashes of iridescent gray. The air is thick with damp earth and the scent of moss, cold and still, as though nature itself holds its breath. The lake lies quiet, haunted, as the tower and its surroundings seem frozen in a spellbinding pause—a moment suspended between worlds, captured in the delicate sorrow of dawn.
    "Perched on the edge of a jagged cliff, a powerful witch stands with her arms raised to the sky, her tattered robes whipping violently in the fierce winds. The storm clouds overhead churn and swirl as she commands the elements, her eyes glowing with arcane energy. Dark lightning crackles around her fingertips, illuminating the intricate tattoos on her arms, glowing with an eerie blue light. The ocean below roars, crashing violently against the rocks, while the air hums with raw power. Her face is set with fierce determination as she summons the storm to exact vengeance on those who wronged her. Behind her, her familiar, a shadowy raven with glowing red eyes, circles overhead, cawing ominously. The storm is her weapon, and tonight it will answer her call."
    vivid style, Polarizing, A stern-faced Scottish warrior stands atop a windswept hill, his weathered face framed by a thick, ginger beard. He wears traditional Highland garb, a kilt adorned with intricate tartan patterns, and a sporran with silver clasps. A broadsword hangs at his side, its steel glinting in the faint light filtering through the heavy, grey clouds. His piercing blue eyes gaze out over the rugged, mist-shrouded landscape, a sense of stoic determination etched on his features. A lone raven circles overhead, casting an ominous shadow across the warrior's rugged form.
    "Beneath the haunting gaze of a blood-red full moon, a massive, spectral pirate ship sails through turbulent seas. The ship is both majestic and terrifying, with enormous, tattered black sails that appear to reach into the crimson-tinged night sky. The prow features a gigantic, skull-shaped figurehead with hollow, glowing red eyes that pierce through the mist, casting an eerie light over the churning waters below. On either side of this spectral vessel, dark, gothic towers rise like sentinels, their spires sharp and imposing against the blood-red glow of the moon. The sky is filled with swirling clouds, and a flock of shadowy birds, reminiscent of ravens or crows, circles ominously. In the foreground, standing on a jagged rock, a lone, cloaked figure watches the ghostly ship approach, their silhouette barely illuminated by the unsettling glow of the ship’s lights. The scene is bathed in a sinister palette of deep reds, blacks, and pale misty blues, creating an oppressive, gothic atmosphere that evokes ancient curses and seafaring legends. Moonlight filters through wisps of fog, adding highlights to the waves and casting a spectral shimmer over the ocean surface. The overall ambiance is a chilling blend of gothic horror and supernatural mystique, reminiscent of a haunted maritime journey through dark waters". nightmare. fear. monster.
    a cinematic scene from dark fantasy/horror, extreme wide shot transitioning to a medium shot, a grim reaper-like figure, shrouded in a black hoodie, stands amidst a desolate graveyard, his glowing blue scythe dripping with ethereal energy, big moon looms ominously in the background, a flock of ravens circling overhead, captured by an Arri Alexa LF with anamorphic lenses, a sense of dread and foreboding, with a touch of gothic beauty, low-key lighting with deep shadows, accented by the eerie blue glow of the scythe and the pale moonlight, creating a chiaroscuro effect, <lora:FantasyWizardWitchesFluxV2-000001:0.8>, <lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.4>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano:0.4>
    Renaissance style ethereal fantasy concept art of in the style of "Boris Vallejo " depicting A powerful depiction of Morrigan the Celtic goddess of war and fate, standing on a battlefield, her dark hair flowing wildly in the wind. She is cloaked in a raven-feathered mantle, her eyes glowing with an intense, otherworldly light as she raises her arms, chanting an ancient prophecy. The sky above is storm filled with dark swirling clouds and lightning flashes, while crows circle ominously overhead. The atmosphere is dark and foreboding with a sense of impending doom, captured in a style that blends realism with mystical elements, emphasizing the goddess’s fierce and enigmatic power. highly detailed back of two armies facing each other on a green irish battlefield <lora:ImageUpgraderV2:0.4> detailmaximizer <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.3> mythp0rt .
    A celestial warrior queen standing atop a jagged mountain peak, her silver armor gleaming under flashes of lightning. Her long, wild hair flows in the tempest, and her eyes glow with the brilliance of a storm. Wings of pure, crackling energy extend from her back, arcing with raw power as they pulse against the raging sky. She wields a colossal warhammer forged from storm-forged steel, each strike sending tremors through the clouds. Around her, spectral ravens circle, their eyes crackling with electric energy, heralding the coming of the tempest. The storm swirls chaotically behind her, a maelstrom of clouds, wind, and thunder.
    This photograph showcases a meticulously crafted, triangular glass sculpture set on a dark, textured surface, the glass twisting upward in jagged, spiraling shapes that form a tree-like structure. Inside, ghostly ravens circle around the branches, their wings translucent and glimmering faintly. A dark druid with a skeletal staff stands near the base, shrouded in shadow, summoning life into the twisted tree. At the apex of the tree, a large, amber gemstone radiates a dim, haunting glow, lighting up the ravens in a ghostly dance as faint mist spills down the glass branches.
    a cinematic scene from dark fantasy/horror, extreme wide shot transitioning to a medium shot, a grim reaper-like figure, shrouded in a black hoodie, stands amidst a desolate graveyard, his glowing blue scythe dripping with ethereal energy, big moon looms ominously in the background, a flock of ravens circling overhead, captured by an Arri Alexa LF with anamorphic lenses, a sense of dread and foreboding, with a touch of gothic beauty, low-key lighting with deep shadows, accented by the eerie blue glow of the scythe and the pale moonlight, creating a chiaroscuro effect, <lora:FantasyWizardWitchesFluxV2-000001:0.8>, <lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.4>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano:0.4>
    a cinematic scene from dark fantasy/horror, extreme wide shot transitioning to a medium shot, a grim reaper-like figure, shrouded in a black hoodie, stands amidst a desolate graveyard, his glowing blue scythe dripping with ethereal energy, big moon looms ominously in the background, a flock of ravens circling overhead, captured by an Arri Alexa LF with anamorphic lenses, a sense of dread and foreboding, with a touch of gothic beauty, low-key lighting with deep shadows, accented by the eerie blue glow of the scythe and the pale moonlight, creating a chiaroscuro effect, <lora:FantasyWizardWitchesFluxV2-000001:0.8>, <lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.4>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano:0.4>
    In the heart of a murky, foreboding swamp under the veil of the darkest hour, a dark-haired necromancer commands the forces of the beyond. The swamp is alive with shadow and decay, its gnarled trees stretching toward the heavens like skeletal fingers. Poison-green mist coils around their twisted roots, glowing faintly in the dim light of a crescent moon that struggles to penetrate the oppressive darkness. The stagnant water reflects the eerie green glow, interrupted only by ripples from unseen creatures lurking below. At the center of this unsettling scene stands the necromancer herself, a striking figure clad in a flowing dark mage’s robe embroidered with intricate patterns in deep purple and venomous green. The robe shimmers subtly, as though infused with forbidden magic, its edges fraying into tendrils of shadow that seem to move on their own. A wide-brimmed, pointed mage hat sits atop her raven-black hair, the hat adorned with runes that faintly pulsate with a malevolent green light. In her right hand, she grips a massive staff carved from ancient, gnarled wood, its surface blackened and cracked with veins of glowing emerald energy. Atop the staff rests a massive, jagged green crystal, radiating an ominous, pulsating light that illuminates her pale, sharp features. Her expression is one of cold focus, her piercing violet eyes locked on the spell she is weaving. Her lips are slightly parted, whispering arcane incantations that reverberate with an unsettling echo. Before her, the earth writhes as a skeleton claw bursts through the fetid soil, its bony fingers grasping at the air as the undead servant rises at her command. Poison-green flames dance in its empty eye sockets, casting flickering light across the necromancer’s face and the surrounding swamp. The summoning circle etched into the ground glows with an unnatural light, its symbols etched with a precision that speaks to her mastery of the dark arts. The atmosphere is charged with tension and dark magic. Wisps of ethereal purple light spiral upward from the summoning circle, mingling with the green mist that clings to the necromancer’s form like a spectral shroud. The surrounding swamp crackles with life and death, frogs and insects silenced in the face of her dark power. The overall color palette is a haunting blend of shadowy blacks, venomous greens, and deep purples, with only the occasional flicker of moonlight breaking through the oppressive gloom. Every detail of the necromancer's form exudes power and menace, marking her as a mistress of death and decay, fully in control of the dark forces that bow to her will. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    Epic battle scene: Valkyries descend from Valhalla, radiant in gleaming armor, wielding spears of lightning. They ride spectral horses through storm-wracked skies, leading an army of einherjar warriors. Below, frost giants and fire demons clash on a war-torn battlefield. Odin astride Sleipnir oversees the chaos, his ravens circling. Yggdrasil looms in the background, its branches spanning realms. Intricate Norse knotwork adorns weapons and armor. Atmospheric effects: swirling mists, crackling energy, auroral lights. Hyperrealistic details, 8k resolution, cinematic lighting, epic scale. Masterpiece quality, oil painting style. <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.8> <lora:Mezzotint_Artstyle_for_Flux_-_by_Ethanar:0.2> <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.8> <lora:SameFace_Fix:0.8> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    A dynamic digital painting depicts a shadowy figure with long, flowing robes standing on a crumbling bridge, overlooking a vast, mist-covered city that sprawls beneath an eerie, crimson sky. The figure’s ornate staff, adorned with ancient carvings, is held high as ethereal energy pulses through its length, crackling in shades of violet and electric blue. Below, twisted ruins and spiraling towers rise from the fog, their tops disappearing into the swirling clouds. Glowing, spectral ravens circle the figure, their haunting eyes casting an otherworldly green light onto the stones. Faint, ominous shapes move in the mist below, as the figure's glowing eyes gaze down with both wisdom and malice, overseeing the forsaken city.<lora:Vintage comic book:1.5>
    Hyperrealistic depiction of the legendary Fenrir wolf breaking free from his chains at the onset of Ragnarök. Colossal beast with matted fur, glowing amber eyes, and razor-sharp fangs. Shattered magical bindings, Gleipnir, float around him. Towering mountains and stormy skies in background. Yggdrasil world tree visible, shuddering. Odin's ravens circle ominously. Lightning strikes, illuminating scene. Ethereal aurora borealis despite daytime. Intricate Nordic runes glowing on Fenrir's fur. Scale emphasizes Fenrir's immense size. Masterpiece, 8K resolution, dynamic lighting, photorealistic details. <lora:NeonFantasyPrimeFLUX-000049:0.6> <lora:Comic book opus 3:0.4> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    Besieged fortress atop snow-covered mountain pass, medieval winter warfare scene, attacking army advancing through knee-deep snow, heavy wooden siege ladders carried by armored soldiers, archers positioned on ridgelines providing covering fire, defenders pouring boiling oil from crenellated battlements, smoke billowing from signal fires, scattered trebuchet-launched boulders embedded in snow, banners whipping in harsh wind, castle walls showing damage from previous assaults, supply trains visible in distant valley, commanders shouting orders from horseback, realistic medieval armor with fur-lined cloaks, dramatic stormy sky, morning light breaking through clouds, ravens circling overhead, expert historical details, photorealistic textures of stone, ice, and steel <lora:DND_GRAINYBOYZ_FG_FLUX_V2_ROMULUS_Lora:0.2> <lora:FluxMythAn1meL1nes:0.1> <lora:sxz-Dark-Fantasy-v2-Flux:0.5> <lora:Anime v1.3:0.6> <lora:dreadmirth-art-style:0.7> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    Witch of the Blood Moon "A powerful dark witch stands atop an ancient altar under the eerie red glow of a blood moon. Her dress is a mix of tattered lace and flowing silk, wrapped in a corset of dark leather. Her blackened fingertips crackle with forbidden magic, and runes glow faintly on her skin. Ravens circle above as the wind howls through the skeletal trees."
    A fierce Viking warrior woman stands atop a snow-covered cliff, her breath visible in the frigid air. She is clad in intricately detailed leather and fur armor, adorned with runes and small metal charms that glint in the pale sunlight. Her long, braided blonde hair whips in the wind, and her piercing blue eyes scan the horizon for signs of danger. In her hand, she grips a massive battle axe, its blade stained with frost and blood. Behind her, the frozen tundra stretches endlessly, dotted with jagged ice formations and the skeletal remains of ancient beasts. A distant village smolders in the valley below, its wooden huts burning against the stark white landscape. The sky is a swirling mix of gray and pale blue, with the faint silhouette of a raven circling overhead. The air is filled with the sound of crackling fire and the distant howl of wolves, creating an atmosphere of both triumph and desolation. Every detail, from the texture of her fur cloak to the frost on her axe, is rendered with vivid realism, capturing the harsh beauty of the frozen north and the unyielding spirit of the warrior who calls it home."

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