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A cinematic, ultra-photorealistic depiction of a Black Templars Space Marine Terminator advancing across a devastated battlefield of shattered gothic ruins. The environment is vast and war-torn: collapsed cathedral walls, broken statues, scorched stone, burning wreckage, drifting ash, and distant fires casting an unsteady orange glow through thick smoke. The ground is cracked and littered with debris, emphasizing scale and destruction. The Terminator is encased in immense, ancient Terminator power armour, cathedral-scale and brutally functional. Thick overlapping ceramite plates form an imposing, monolithic silhouette. The armour is deep matte black with bone-white heraldic elements, surfaces scarred by centuries of combat: chipped edges, impact dents, blade gouges, and heat scoring along joints and vents. Reinforced seals, exposed pistons, armored cabling, and rotary joints are visible at the elbows, shoulders, hips, and knees, all built for relentless close-quarters warfare. Heavy chains, oath seals, and worn purity parchments hang from pauldrons and waist, soot-stained and torn by battle. The helmet is fully sealed, massive and uncompromising, with narrow white-glowing lenses recessed beneath a reinforced brow, unreadable and absolute. In both gauntlets he grips a colossal thunder hammer, its head oversized and brutally industrial, etched with worn crusader markings. The hammer crackles with contained energy: arcs of blue-white power crawl across its surface, venting sparks and ionized air that distort the light around it. The weapon hums with restrained violence, held low and ready rather than raised in spectacle. The Terminator advances steadily, one deliberate step at a time, the battlefield yielding beneath his weight. Cinematic low-angle framing emphasizes enormity and dominance. Shallow depth of field, volumetric smoke, dramatic rim lighting catching the armour edges and the hammer’s energy arcs. Hyper-detailed textures in ceramite wear, chains, parchment, stone dust, and glowing power fields. No toy proportions, no stylisation, no logos, no text. The tone is implacable, crusading, and utterly unstoppable.