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Photorealism, cinematic lighting, 8k. A Death Trooper stands at low ready on a blasted volcanic plain. His matte black armor, dense and ridged, absorbs light like obsidian. Subtle wear marks and dust coat the seams of his plating. His visor, dark and faceless, reflects only the distant orange flicker of firelight. Shadow pools beneath his boots and around his blaster rifle, which is held in a poised grip across his chest. Around him, jagged volcanic rocks and scorched vegetation give way to smoke-hazed skies. The sense of motionless threat is overwhelming—utter stillness masking coiled readiness.