고딕 성 앞 전투 갑옷을 입은 다크 나이트

highest details, ultra hyper realism. highly detailed and realistic. intricate and highly professional artwork, an absolute masterpiece. Imagine an image of a colossal, battle-scarred knight standing menacingly close, his towering frame wrapped in dark, ornate steel armor etched with cursed runes and caked in centuries-old grime and coagulated blood. Every dent and scar on his armor tells of unspeakable carnage. His massive longsword, jagged and blackened, drips with fresh gore, while his left arm clutches the remains of a shattered shield bearing a long-faded sigil, twisted and unrecognizable. From beneath the cracked visor of his helmet, his eyes glow faintly—icy, unnatural—locked in a dead stare that drains warmth from the air. The battlefield around him is soaked in blackened mud and strewn with twisted corpses and shattered bones. The rotting banners of fallen houses hang limp in the still air. A dying sun fails to break through the ashen fog, casting only a sickly, pale light that clings to the landscape like a fever. In the distance, a ruined castle burns low, its towers sagging like broken teeth under a smoky sky. The knight’s presence is overwhelming—he is the storm that ended this war, an omen in steel. The image is hyper-realistic, with heavy chiaroscuro and muted tones emphasizing dread, ruin, and the quiet terror of finality.