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Prompt: Huang Ti, the Chinese god of war
Rayan Pardaz

Rayan Pardaz

Model: OpenArt SDXL

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Huang Ti, the Chinese god of war
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1147899553
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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