A scout trooper stands in the middle of an enchanted forest, gripping a colossal hammer that glows with ancient runes. The weapon is almost comically large, its handle extending far beyond his reach. His stance suggests uncertainty, as if unsure how to even swing it, while a few leaves drift down from the towering, bioluminescent trees around him. His visor catches the faint glow of the runes, emphasizing the sheer power resting in his hands.

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