Before the imposing gothic stained glass window of an ancient cathedral

Before the imposing gothic stained glass window of an ancient cathedral, a solitary figure remained motionless — a warrior of dark and noble presence. Her long white hair , fluttering like silver threads in the wind, contrasting with the darkness that enveloped him. His golden eyes , intense and penetrating , they shone like embers amidst the gloom, carrying centuries of wisdom, sadness and power. He wore intricately carved black armor, its elegant curves resembling petrified roots or flames. The surface of the metal reflected the light in a subtle way, as if absorbing more than returning. A black cloak rested on his shoulders, fastened by a golden brooch in the shape of a mythical creature, and its dark red interior revealed itself discreetly with each movement, as if whispered stories of blood and forgotten glory. in your right hand, he wielded a silver-bladed sword as sharp as the silence of the night. The golden hilt of the weapon, ornamented with baroque designs and a gleaming gem encrusted, giving the blade an almost sacred — or profane — aura. Leather belts and golden chains adorned his waist, connecting the armor to the somber robes that flowed between the metal plates. His countenance was serene, yet impenetrable — a mask of coldness and contemplation. The warrior seemed to carry the weight of an extinct empire, from battles fought not only with the sword, but with the soul. He was an enigma wrapped in steel and shadows, a fallen prince or a cursed knight awaiting the next chapter of his legend.

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