Prodigal Sun
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- Oryginalny prompt
- In battle, Dynamic angle, epic scale, Detailed 2d anime style, a tall imposing female deathknight in full black armor with skull pauldrons and a fur-lined red cape with long free flowing black hair and cold spectral blue eyes, raising her sword to strike. Skull badge on chest, Use LoRA Guillotine., highly detailed, blood, (HD eyes:1.4),(masterpiece:2.0),(best quality:1.4),(moist eyes,galaxy_eyes),glowing eyes,(very aesthetic,absurdres,intricate details),(highly detailed face,eyes),(ray tracing,vibrant colors,cinematic lighting),(sharp focus),(extremely detailed eyes:1.4), taking executioner’s stance, holding weapon, fighting stance, holding buster sword,huge weapon, TSRX_FNE, skull pauldrons, black tiara, swing weapon at viewer, singing: “(Verse 1) With every stroke, the blood will flow, No mercy given, allow no weakness to slow. A single strike in a crimson dance, A life is lost at a simple glance. My blade is bloodied, my path is clear, There is no place for doubt here. From severed throats, a symphony of death plays, As I move, sparing no thoughts to stray. (First Chorus) For each step, a death, the blood runs free, A masterpiece of butchery. No wasted force, no struggle, just my will, I bring the end, I strike to kill. With every swing, the crimson falls, Breaking defenses, I slaughter… one and all. No thoughts of mercy, just one move. Measured in blood, my skill is proved. (Verse 2) The blade cuts deep, with effortless grace, I let their blood splash upon my face. No shield can stand, no spell can save, They fall before me, into the grave. With elegance and deadly skill, The Dusk comes to only kill. In the chaos, I stand serene, Through every strike, my blade remains keen. (Second Chorus) For each move, a death, the blood runs free, A masterpiece of butchery. No wasted force, no struggle, just my will, I bring the end, I strike to kill. With every swing, the crimson falls, Breaking their defenses, I slaughter all. No thoughts of mercy, just a move. With every life taken, my art improves. (Bridge) If the battlefield is but a canvas wide, I paint with blood in my stride. I follow my Masters’ unerring, noble creed, I honor them with the bodies I cleave. With each head claimed, my glory ascends, In every cut, a false legend ends. The Chivalry of Death is mine, In a perfect arc, my blade shines. (Final Chorus) A move, a death, the blood runs free, Released forever from mortal misery. No waste, no struggle, just the Neverborn’s will, I bring the end, I was born to kill. With every swing, the crimson falls, Mocking their resistance, the grave claims all. No thought, no mercy, just one move, A perfect murder, there is nothing left to improve. (Outro) I carve my path, leave carnage behind, The duty of a knight, cruel yet refined. My enemies gone, all brought to heel, My blade is my pride, my seal.”, R1 style, Detailed saturation and color, cruel smile, subtle fangs
- Rozmiar
- 776 x 776
- Kroki próbkowania
- 10
- Metoda próbkowania
- Euler a
- Skala CFG
- 2.5
- Niepożądane
- lowres, bad quality, worst quality, bad anatomy, sketch, jpeg artifacts, ugly, poorly drawn, blurry, transparent background, censored, (simple background:1.4), artist name, signature, watermark, (nsfw:1.2),(nude:1.6),(nipple:1.2),naked
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