character: saber_alter
1girl, solo, low angle, from below, cowboy shot, platinum blonde hair, braided bun, black hair ribbon, sidelocks, sharp yellow eyes, golden eyes, glowing eyes, expressionless, serious, looking at viewer, pale skin, blackened plate armor, gothic armor, sharp pauldrons, breastplate, dark steel gauntlets, tassets, crimson glowing inlays, holding sword, two-handed grip, greatsword, black blade, glowing red runes, dark energy, crackling crimson aura, sparks, ruined stone hall, cracked flagstones, embers, volumetric light, dramatic shadows, dark fantasy
Seen from a low angle looking upward in a cowboy shot, the corrupted knight stands authoritative and motionless amidst the rubble of a desecrated stone sanctuary. Her weight rests heavily on her right boot, the left foot planted forward on a fractured slab of dark basalt. Both hands, clad in segmented obsidian-black steel gauntlets with flared pointed cuffs, firmly clasp the hilt of a massive blackened two-handed broadsword held point-downward before her; her right hand grips the dark leather wrap near the crossguard while the left rests just above the faceted pommel, the tip of the dark blade hovering an inch above the floor. Her face is pale and unyielding, framed by straight platinum-blonde sidelocks and crowned with a high braided bun bound by a matte black silk ribbon whose tapered ends drape behind her neck. Her piercing golden-yellow eyes lock directly onto the viewer with a cold, detached intensity beneath level, finely drawn brows, her lips set in a firm, emotionless line. She wears articulated blackened gothic armor across her torso, shoulders, and hips, the dark metal etched with narrow fissures that pulse with a faint, smoldering red light. A heavy, pleated midnight-black skirt hangs beneath the hip guards, parting slightly around her armored greaves. The glowing crimson runes along the length of the blackened sword serve as the primary under-light, casting an ominous red glow up across the polished facets of her breastplate, the underside of her jaw, and the pale fringe of her bangs, while deep ambient indigo darkness wraps the surrounding ruined arches. Fine cinders and wisps of dark heat haze rise continuously along the edge of the blade, shimmering against the crumbling pillars behind her. Tyrannical majesty.
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