A massive bridge of ral-drath clay, cracked and on the verge of collapse, stretches over a deep canyon filled with the crumbling remains of ancient machines. The sky above is an intense, fiery orange, while deep black clouds gather ominously overhead. On the bridge, figures made of dried clay march forward, their bodies slowly disintegrating with each step, their shadows long and distorted in the fading light. <lora:ral-drath-flux:1>