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nightgow

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

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SSD-1B

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The warrior entered the cavern in hopes of finding the Sword of the Obsidian Flame. After defeating countless lava elementals, he finally finds one in the remains of a fallen foe.
[dark danger] הצילה מחרב נפשי מיד כלב יחידתי
[dark danger] הצילה מחרב נפשי מיד כלב יחידתי
bloody Templar of the Oath of Silence on the battlefield with her mace and palmtree crab armour
nightgow
The Electra Daemon is a sight to behold—a creature with striking, luminescent orange eyes that pierce through the shadows. These eyes are not just for seeing but for instilling fear and asserting dominance, glowing with an intensity that suggests an unquenchable inner fire. The Daemon’s hair, a mass of metallic blue tendrils, writhes and twists as if alive, each strand a conduit for the electric energy that courses through its body. Interwoven with the hair are glowing orange filaments, adding t
bloody Templar of the Oath of Silence on the battlefield with her mace and palmtree crab armour
[The evil dead, in the jungle] Bone Helm charged his opponents with spinning blade and spinning flail at speeds too quick for the eye. His wicked tools traded hands with a grace and fluidity that left his foes entranced or confused. Did one prepare to parry the flail? Deflect the blade? Many were so mesmerized or frozen with fear.
The warrior entered the cavern in hopes of finding the Sword of the Obsidian Flame. After defeating countless lava elementals, he finally finds one in the remains of a fallen foe.
In the enchanted forest, Sir Aldric faces the fearsome hydra, A dance of valor and surrealism in a realm of twisted dreams. The mist-clad battleground echoes with the clash of sword and scale, As the knight fights not for fear but for his kingdom's honor. Reality merges with imagination, blurring the lines of what is real, Colors dance, and the forest holds its breath, in awe of the spectacle. A tapestry of legends is woven, as heroism and surrealism collide, The forest becomes a stage, shadows
I am the slayer of evil and the bane of the burning hells. I went back to the darkest depths of Hell, where Lilith, the daughter of hatred, awaits me. I will not falter, I will not fear. I am the Nephalem and because of our lineage, they loved us. And because of our difference, they feared us. Our existence would forever alter the balance of power in the Great Conflict.
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