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Photorealistic, cinematic lighting, wet-surface specularity, high-dynamic-range exposure, sharp texture contrast, dynamic pose. Amid a thunderous downpour and flashes of lightning, a Sister of Battle roars skyward, her scream raw with battle fury. Her pale face is streaked with dried blood, framed by soaked choppy black hair, and scarred from countless battles. She wears charcoal-grey ceramite armor, battered and rain-slicked, with a massive purity seal hammered into her left pauldron. One arm is raised behind her, wielding a two-handed power hammer—a brutal, ornate weapon whose massive head drips with dark fluid. Gold inlays glint along its haft, half-obscured by grime. Her robe clings soaked to her muscular form, crimson against the ashen storm. Behind her, jagged ruins flicker under lightning, illuminating shattered skulls and broken architecture. The other Sisters are lost to shadow; she alone dominates the frame in motion, hair whipping, hammer mid-swing, rain striking sparks from her armor. The atmosphere hums with the moment before impact—rage, faith, and wrath incarnate.