AI Image: A thick fog crawls through a twisted, dead forest. The air is heavy. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of

Prompt

A thick fog crawls through a twisted, dead forest. The air is heavy. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of purple energy illuminates the trees. YUKI (16) lies on the damp earth, breathing heavily. Her arm is bleeding. Hovering inches from her throat is the tip of a massive, jagged claymore made of solid, shifting shadows. Holding the sword is KAGE (30s), a tall man with a cruel smile and eyes that glow a faint, malicious red. KAGE (Laughing darkly) Giving up already? And here I thought a village chief's daughter would put up a decent fight. Your soul-weapon was pathetic, little girl. Kage lifts the claymore, preparing to strike. Yuki closes her eyes, bracing for the end. YUKI (Whispering) Someone... please... Footsteps crunch on the dry leaves nearby. They are slow. Measured. Calm. Kage stops, his eyes darting toward the shadows. KAGE