At the edge of the world, where the obsidian mountains kiss the blood-moon sky, skeletal warriors guard the Black Gate — a portal forged by the gods of death. Once knights of a sunken kingdom, their bones now shimmer with ancient sigils, cursed to eternal vigilance. Smoke and whispers curl around their rusted armor, each carrying a ghost’s lament. Black banners flutter in an endless wind, marked with forgotten runes. Behind them, an abyssal vortex churns with damned souls. Their swords drip with shadow, and their hollow eyes glow with pale fire. <lora:Skeleton Warriors- sdxl1.0:1> skellies, skeleton
