in the heart of the ancient minaret, erithizon stands poised atop a winding staircase, her eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity. her 30 year old form is shrouded in tattered, crimson hued robes that billow behind her like a dark cloud, as if the very fabric of reality has been torn asunder to reveal the horrors within. the air around her seems to distort and writhe, like a living thing tormented by her presence. her skin is deathly pale, with veins that appear to pulse with an eerie blue light, as if the life force of the world itself was being drained away by her mere existence. as she raises her hands, the shadows seem to coalesce into grasping tendrils, reaching out like skeletal fingers to snare the unwary. the atmosphere is heavy with foreboding, the very stones of the minaret seeming to tremble in terror as erithizon's malevolent presence descends upon them, casting a terrifying spell that threatens to consume all in its wake., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>