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copyright: hokuto_no_ken 3boys, male focus, muscular, three post-apocalyptic warriors standing together on a rocky cliff ledge, hokuto warrior, nanto warrior, gento warrior, martial arts masters, 1980s shounen manga aesthetic, thick heavy linework, dramatic cross-hatching, from below, low angle, wide shot, standing, heroic stance, cape, torn fabric, billowing cloak, windblown hair, spiked hair, scarred faces, stern expressions, jitome, serious, looking down at viewer, rocky cliff edge, cracked stone, precipice, futuristic palace, post-apocalyptic citadel, ruined futuristic architecture, dome towers, exposed steel skeleton, shattered glass, desert wasteland, dead earth, rubble, orange sky, dust haze, apocalyptic sunset, dramatic sky, backlighting, rim light, silhouette against sky, high contrast, palette of burnt orange, rust red, ash grey and cold steel blue Seen from below, the camera set low on the rock face and tilted up, three muscular martial-arts masters stand abreast on the lip of a broken cliff ledge that cuts diagonally across the lower third of the frame, so the sky and the citadel fill everything above them. The leftmost figure, the Hokuto warrior, is the tallest of the three: broad-shouldered, spiked dark hair rising in seven points over his brow, a deep X-shaped scar crossing his chest beneath a sleeveless dark jacket with torn shoulder pads, his weight settled on his left leg with the right knee slightly bent, one fist closed at his thigh and the other arm hanging loose, head tipped down so his narrowed eyes look straight along the camera's line, jaw set. The centre figure, the Nanto warrior, stands half a step behind him and turned slightly out to the left, lighter build, long straight hair blown across his face by the updraft, a slim high-collared coat of pale grey with sleeves that flap and a long scarf whipping out to the left away from the cliff; his right hand rests flat on the pommel at his hip and his chin is lifted, gaze cast off to the side into the distance, mouth flat. The rightmost figure, the Gento warrior, plants both boots wide at the very edge of the stone, legs braced apart, a heavy layered mantle of dark leather bellying out behind him with the wind, one gloved hand raised to shade his brow as he looks up and away toward the palace, his other hand clenched at his side; the stone under his heels is fractured and a hairline crack runs to the rim. His shadow and the others' fall forward and down toward the camera, long and hard-edged, thrown by the sun behind them. Behind all three, dwarfing them, the futuristic palace rises from the wasteland: a monumental post-apocalyptic citadel of stepped domes, ribbed steel buttresses and circular window rings, half its glass skin gone and the exposed skeleton of girders showing through, one tower sheared off flat, dust streaming off the broken ledges. Far below the cliff a dead plain of rubble and drifted sand runs out to the horizon, broken columns and the ribs of ruined structures standing in it, small enough to read as texture. The light comes from a low sun behind and to the right of the citadel, so the three warriors are rimmed in hot orange along shoulders, hair and the edges of their capes while their fronts sit in deep shadow, faces readable only where the bounce off the pale stone lifts them. The sky grades from molten orange at the horizon to a bruised slate blue overhead, dust hazing the base of the palace so its lower levels dissolve into the murk. Palette restricted to burnt orange, rust red, ash grey and cold steel blue, nothing else admitted. Wind is the constant: cloaks bellied out on the same side, hair and scarf streaming the same direction, dust lifting off the rim in visible sheets. Heroic, desolate.

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