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A hyper-realistic cinematic scene depicting two ominous figures walking side by side down a dimly lit, ancient stone hallway. The first figure, cloaked in tattered black robes, wears spiked armor etched with arcane runes. His face is hidden beneath a shadowy hood, and a glowing, electric-blue orb of chaotic energy pulses and crackles from the center of his chest like a summoned void—casting lightning-like reflections across the wet, uneven cobblestones below. Each step he takes sends ripples of energy that distort the flickering lantern light along the corridor walls. Beside him walks a second figure, just as enigmatic, clad in deep black robes that blend seamlessly into the surrounding darkness. A smooth, bone-white porcelain mask conceals his face—marked by sharp, jet-black warpaint slashes down the eyes and lips, resembling tribal vengeance. The eyes of the mask glow faintly red beneath the darkness of the hood, emitting a sinister, silent menace. His posture is composed yet lethal, like a reaper choosing his moment. The corridor is narrow and ancient, with walls slick from age and decay. Faint orange lanterns swing from wrought iron hooks, their flames dancing in fear of the approaching duo. Mist curls around their boots, following them like whispers of the dead. In the distance, a storm rumbles—barely audible over the echo of their synchronized footsteps. Together, they move like fate and vengeance incarnate—one a walking storm of arcane power, the other a masked executioner forged in shadows. This is not a walk. This is a declaration.