but my focus is locked on the soldiers before me FLUX prompts

5 months ago

POV first-person perspective, I grip my sword firmly in my hand, its blade gleaming faintly in the dim light. The weapon is raised, held steady, its sharp edge pointed directly at the approaching soldiers. The sword is clearly visible in the frame, a symbol of both my power and my readiness for battle. I am dressed in the royal warrior attire of Nader Shah Afshar—a richly embroidered crimson silk robe, adorned with intricate Persian gold-threaded motifs. Beneath it, a dark wool tunic clings to my body, slightly creased from rest, and a thick black sash wraps tightly around my waist. An ornate belt hangs from my side, with a dagger tucked in, ready if needed. Before me, four soldiers advance, their weapons drawn—two wielding swords, two gripping daggers. Their movements are sharp, aggressive, their intent unmistakable. The flickering light of a distant fire casts shifting shadows across their faces, making their expressions unreadable but their hostility clear. The air is heavy with the scent of oil and fabric. Outside, the wind rustles the canvas walls of the tent, but my focus is locked on the soldiers before me. My stance is strong, poised for attack. The moment of battle is upon us, and there is no turning back.