Ken Kelly style. A warrior clad in spiked black armor rides through a storm. His demonic warhorse snorts, its glowing infernal eyes cutting through the darkness. Lightning flashes, illuminating a ruined kingdom. Torn banners flap violently in the wind. The scent of blood and steel lingers in the air. Behind him, shadowy figures follow, their blades dripping with malice. The warrior’s face remains hidden beneath a horned helm. The storm howls like a beast, echoing the chaos of battle. He rides toward a fate written in blood