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An undead army marches slowly through a cursed, foggy forest, their once-proud medieval armor now reduced to tatters and rusted scraps. At the center, their towering leader stands tall and proud, contrasting sharply with the weary and decayed soldiers behind him. His long, gray hair billows from beneath a battered helmet, and he wields a massive, rusted sabre in one hand. His glowing red eyes are fixed on an unseen target ahead, while the lifeless army trudges on, dragging their feet. Dim ghostly lights flicker between the twisted trees, adding an otherworldly glow to the march of the dead. The entire scene exudes an air of quiet, inevitable doom. aidmaabdhr <lora:aidmaAbadonedHorror:0.5> aidmaMJ6.1 <lora:aidmaMJ6.1v0.4:0.6> aidmaimageupgrader <lora:aidmaImageUpraderv0.3:0.5>