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<lora:CW_Bamboo_p3_ill:1> High above the ancient forest, the warrior ascends into the storm, suspended between earth and sky as if claimed by both. His body is lifted by unseen forces, robes and long white hair streaming violently in the roaring wind. Around him, the clouds spiral and part, revealing a sky torn open by divine light. The air itself crackles with power, vibrating with the deep hum of something awakening. In his grasp, the katana blazes like a fragment of lightning given form. Arcs of radiant energy coil around the blade, crawling along its length before leaping outward into the sky. Each surge sends ripples through the clouds, illuminating them in blinding flashes of gold and white. The weapon is no longer merely steel — it has become a conduit, a bridge between mortal will and celestial force. All around him, ancient tôrô lanterns rise from the earth, torn free from their stone foundations. They float weightlessly through the storm, circling the warrior like silent sentinels. Their surfaces glow from within, etched with age-worn symbols that pulse in harmony with the lightning. Some drift through clouds, others hover close, casting soft halos of light that pierce the darkness and reveal glimpses of the world far below. The sky itself seems to bow to the moment. Thunder rolls in slow, deliberate waves, and massive clouds coil upward as if drawn toward the warrior's ascension. Below, the forest is reduced to shadow and mist, dwarfed by the spectacle above. The air is thick with power, reverence, and inevitability. E09, sun rays though clouds, sunlight, golden rays, atmospheric, dramatic lighting, ethereal, soft gradients, tranquil, majestic, natural light, cloudscape, warm glow, epic