Two 22-year-old desert elven rangers stand in a vast, eerie post-apocalyptic desert under a twilight sky with deep orange, purple and ash-gray clouds. The cracked earth is littered with the bones of ancient ruins and strange vegetation, twisted cacti with glowing spores, skeletal trees, and bioluminescent fungi surviving in the shade of broken pillars. The first girl has long silver-white hair and turquoise eyes. She wears a suit made from light armor, with a hood and goggles. She holds a recurve bow, already half-drawn, looking at the monster with wide-eyed fear.
The second girl has dark brown skin and short braided black hair. Her outfit is more rugged — layered leather strips, a scarf wrapped around her face, and a belt full of survival tools. She grips a curved blade tightly, ready to run or fight.
Between them and the distant remains of an old stone gate stands a monstrous mutated minotaur — over 9 feet tall, half-humanoid, half-beast, with jagged obsidian horns, glowing red eyes, and tattered remains of old war-armor fused into his flesh. He waits silently like a guardian of forgotten secrets, blocking their path forward. Dust swirls unnaturally around them, as if stirred by unseen forces.
Style, dark fantasy, dystopian world, mystical atmosphere, cinematic lighting, high detail., <lora:SDXL_BetterFaces-LoRA_v1:.8>
