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Art style: 2D Hand-drawn. Гатс standing in the middle ground; Ширке standing further back in the frame; Каска standing further back in the frame. Several steps of cracked ground between them. Гатс is standing on cracked ground in the middle ground in the midground. Torso facing away from camera. Head facing away from camera. Eyes on distant castle. Right hand gripping sword hilt. Empty, resolute. Гатс wears worn battle armor. Ширке is standing on cracked ground further back in the frame in the midground. Torso turned screen-left. Head turned screen-left. Eyes on Гатс. Worried. Ширке wears dark witch robe. Каска is standing on cracked ground further back in the frame in the background. Torso turned screen-left. Head turned screen-left. Eyes on Гатс. Silent longing. Каска wears dark tunic. Sword sits in the middle ground in the midground. Wide shot from a low angle, 9:16. Horizon lower third. Low establishing angle. Foreground: cracked earth and drifting ash. Midground: Гатс and companions, sword in ground. Background: ruined cities in fog, glowing white castle. Key light cold ambient from distant castle, soft diffuse foggy. Faint long shadows. Focus: Гатс. Dominant palette: ashen grey, cold blue, black. SPATIAL LOCK: several steps of cracked ground between them. GAZE LOCK: Гатс head facing away from camera eyes on distant castle; Ширке head turned screen-left eyes on Гатс; Каска head turned screen-left eyes on Гатс. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image in the following art style: Classic 2D hand-drawn animation, clean expressive outlines, simplified shapes, soft cel shading, illustrated backgrounds, traditional animated-film aesthetic. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Гатс: Guts the Black Swordsman at the center of the frame — a towering, heavily muscled warrior in his thirties with a broad, scarred face, a short dark unkempt beard shadow, jagged black hair, and a vertical scar across his missing right eye socket while his remaining eye burns with grim, hollow resolve. He wears the battered dark Berserker armor, plated and dented, a wolf-faced helm clasped at the shoulder, with torn straps and a crimson under-tunic. His left forearm is a mechanical iron prosthetic hand gripping the colossal Dragon Slayer sword — a slab of cracked, blood-stained, notched metal nearly as tall as himself — planted point-down beside heavy worn leather boots. Cracked scorched earth, mist-drowned ruins, and a black burnt sky surround him. Resolute, exhausted stance. - Каска: Casca from Berserk, the whole. A lean, athletic young woman with warm dark brown skin, large expressive dark eyes, and a soft wary expression carrying both fragility and returning strength. She has short tousled black hair cut to the jaw, slightly uneven, framing high cheekbones. Her build is slender but hardened by a warrior's life. She wears a simple earth-toned traveler's tunic and trousers layered with a worn dark cloak, a leather belt, and plain cloth wraps at the wrists; a slim curved sword rests sheathed at her hip. On her feet are scuffed leather lace-up boots caked with ash. She takes one quiet step forward, head tilted up, lips parted as if about to speak a single word. Behind her, a black burnt sky and cracked fog-shrouded ruins. No text. - Ширке: Schierke from Berserk and centered — a young teenage witch, small and slender, pale fair skin and large solemn blue-green eyes. Her long teal-green hair is parted down the middle with straight blunt bangs, falling past her shoulders, topped by a tall pointed dark witch's hat. She wears flowing dark witch robes layered over a long tunic with a wide cloak, a simple belt, and a small satchel of herbs at her hip; dark cloth leggings end in plain round-toed leather shoes. One hand grips a slender wooden mage's staff topped with a carved sigil. Her expression is grave and quietly worried. She stands on cracked, mist-shrouded scorched earth beneath a black burned sky, ruined cities fading into fog behind her, a faint shimmer of unseen magic around her fingertips.