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Darth Vader stands beneath the scorched sky of Mustafar, his obsidian armor cracked and warped by battle. His spectral_torso glows through shattered chest plating, revealing the ghostly outline of his ribcage — bones lit from within by flickering emerald plasma, each vertebra suspended in a lattice of arcane circuitry and necrotic energy. His cape is torn, smoldering at the edges, trailing ash and molten thread. Exposed fragments of synthetic flesh hang like veils over translucent, rune-etched bone, and his breathing is no longer mechanical — it is the sound of a void echoing through his hollowed form. His helmet remains intact, but the red lenses glow with unholy fire. The Force around him feels warped, twisted, death-bound. He raises a fractured lightsaber in one hand, the other outstretched as spectral light surges through his limbs — a dark revenant reborn, the embodiment of vengeance and ruin.