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A dried-up lakebed stretches endlessly under a dark, maroon sky. In the center, a once-glorious ral-drath palace, now reduced to ruins, stands with its walls cracked and towers half-collapsed. The ground is littered with broken pieces of stone and earth, and twisted ral-drath figures emerge from the cracks, their bodies barely holding together. A harsh white light shines from distant searchlights, casting sharp, angular shadows across the dry surface. <lora:ral-drath-flux:1>