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<lora:rory-mercury-flud-d-v2:1.45> In a crumbling battlefield bathed in ash and smoke, rory mercury stands still, her black hair whipping in the wind as the setting sun behind her forms a radiant circle of gold—an unholy halo. Her small chest rises with breath beneath a ruined gothic dress, black thighhighs torn by flame. She grips no halberd, only silence. Her red eyes stare into eternity as the halo flickers like a divine lie, captured in the painterly style of gothic dark fantasy, textured with blood and holiness.