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Prompt: In the dimly lit chamber, the Ninth figure, a familiar yet worn man, kneels, his brow glistening with sweat as he struggles for breath. Despite his physical distress, a resolute look gleams in his eyes, the seeds of hatred beginning to take root. Beside him, the man carrying the unsettling baby speaks, his voice serpent-like in its hissing tone. "The day we seek approaches," he murmurs, his words ominous yet strangely soothing to the ear. "Zrioss has conceived one of his last sins, and our banes are almost in existence. We must warn the others that the end approaches. These times will be hard, and it will be our time to shine. Oblivion will expand, and we will take control. We will make Zaldia pay. We need a leader." As the other figures leave the room, leaving only the kneeling man behind, the serpent-voiced figure turns to Nathaniel, his whisper barely audible. "What do you say, Nathaniel? Ready to lead?" The scene unfolds with an air of foreboding, the weight of impending doom hanging heavy in the air as sinister whispers echo in the shadows.
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Model: OpenArt SDXL

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In the dimly lit chamber, the Ninth figure, a familiar yet worn man, kneels, his brow glistening...Show more
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 395554733
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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Prompt: In the dimly lit chamber, the Ninth figure, a familiar yet worn man, kneels, his brow glistening with sweat as he struggles for breath. Despite his physical distress, a resolute look gleams in his eyes, the seeds of hatred beginning to take root. Beside him, the man carrying the unsettling baby speaks, his voice serpent-like in its hissing tone. "The day we seek approaches," he murmurs, his words ominous yet strangely soothing to the ear. "Zrioss has conceived one of his last sins, and our banes are almost in existence. We must warn the others that the end approaches. These times will be hard, and it will be our time to shine. Oblivion will expand, and we will take control. We will make Zaldia pay. We need a leader." As the other figures leave the room, leaving only the kneeling man behind, the serpent-voiced figure turns to Nathaniel, his whisper barely audible. "What do you say, Nathaniel? Ready to lead?" The scene unfolds with an air of foreboding, the weight of impending doom hanging heavy in the air as sinister whispers echo in the shadows.