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Art style: Pixar-like 3D. Огромный тронный зал с рушащимися каменными колоннами, сквозь разбитые витражи бьют молнии, по полу летят обломки. На возвышении в глубине зала безумный император с воздетыми руками, вокруг него чёрный вихрь энергии. Шестеро героев врываются слева направо, Стрельцов впереди с мечом, остальные чуть позади. Общий план, съёмка снизу вверх. Свет — ледяные вспышки молний и багровое зарево. Атмосфера яростная, на грани гибели. Палитра: чёрный, багровый, холодный синий. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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: Stylized cinematic 3D, expressive animated characters, soft rounded forms, polished materials, warm cinematic lighting, charming facial expressions, high-end animated film look. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Стрельцов: Duke Streltsov centered in a torch-lit stone fortress hall with banners along the sides. A battle-hardened human warrior in his early forties, tall and broad-shouldered with a powerful, athletic build. Square jaw, straight proud nose, piercing steel-grey eyes, fair weathered skin bearing a thin old scar across one cheek. Short dark-brown hair swept back, a trimmed beard streaked with early grey. He wears ornate dark steel plate armour over deep crimson and charcoal cloth, a heavy fur-trimmed ducal mantle fastened at one shoulder, engraved vambraces and a crest-embossed breastplate. A long broadsword rests sheathed at his hip. Reinforced leather-and-steel greaves end in sturdy armoured boots. Stern, betrayed, resolute expression; one gauntleted hand on the sword pommel, stance watchful and unbroken. - Николай: and centered — Nikolai, a young fantasy emperor in his late twenties, fair complexion, soft trusting hazel eyes, gentle open face with a straight nose and smooth jaw, light stubble barely visible. Wavy chestnut hair falls just past his ears, crowned with a slender golden circlet set with a single sapphire. Slim, slightly soft build, upright but not imposing. He wears an ornate imperial coat of deep royal blue trimmed with gold braid and a high embroidered collar, a cream silk sash across the chest, a fur-lined crimson mantle over one shoulder, pale breeches and polished black knee-high leather boots. A ceremonial longsword hangs at his hip. His expression is warm yet hesitant, hopeful. Behind him rises a grand candlelit throne hall with tall stained-glass windows and marble columns. - Осьмаков: and centered — Duke Osmakov, a charming fantasy nobleman in his late thirties. Tall and elegantly lean with a confident upright posture. Olive-fair skin, a narrow handsome face with high cheekbones, a sharp jawline framed by a neatly trimmed dark goatee, warm hazel eyes with a sly knowing glint, and a disarming crooked smile that hides treachery. Swept-back wavy chestnut hair, lightly greyed at the temples. He wears a richly embroidered deep-burgundy and gold ducal doublet with a high collar, a black cape lined in crimson silk fastened by an ornate crest brooch, fitted dark trousers, a slim ornamental rapier at his hip, and polished brown leather riding boots. He stands in a torch-lit stone castle corridor, one gloved hand resting casually on the sword pommel. - Боёв: the entire figure of Duke Boyov and centered, a broad-shouldered, barrel-chested veteran warrior in his early fifties. He has a weathered square face with a strong jaw, ruddy fair skin, deep laugh-and-battle lines, thick bushy grey-streaked brown eyebrows and a wide full beard braided at the chin, with a shaved-sided mane of grizzled hair tied back. His chest is massive, arms thick and scarred. He wears dark burnished plate armor over a deep-crimson surcoat bearing a roaring-lion crest, a heavy fur-trimmed cloak across one shoulder, wide leather belt, and sturdy worn steel-plated boots. He holds a great two-handed war-axe resting head-down beside him, one hand on its haft. His expression is loud and hearty yet guarded, mouth half-open mid-booming-laugh. Behind him a torch-lit stone great hall with banners. No text. - Поленков: . Duke Polenkov, a cautious and cunning man in his late forties, fair skin, lean and wiry build of medium height. Narrow angular face with high cheekbones, thin pointed nose, close-set grey eyes that glance warily to the side, never meeting the viewer. Neatly combed ash-brown hair greying at the temples, a short trimmed goatee streaked with silver. He wears a high-collared deep burgundy brocade doublet with gold filigree trim, a dark fur-lined half-cape over one shoulder, a jewelled ducal chain at his chest, fitted black breeches, and tall polished dark-leather riding boots. One hand rests on a dagger hilt, posture slightly hunched, a sly reserved half-smile, eyes averted and evasive. - Романенко: and centered — Duke Romanenko, a young fantasy nobleman, roughly late twenties, tall and lean with the restless energy of a hot-blooded warrior. Fair skin, sharp high cheekbones, an earnest handsome face with wide uncertain hazel eyes and furrowed brows showing confusion and conflict. Tousled copper-brown hair, short trimmed stubble. Build athletic but not bulky. He wears a deep crimson-and-gold ducal doublet with ornate embroidery, a dark fitted leather tunic beneath, a short fur-trimmed shoulder cape, a wide belt with a ceremonial longsword at his hip, fingerless gauntlets, and tall worn brown leather riding boots. One hand rests hesitantly on the sword pommel, the other half-raised as if about to speak, expression torn between loyalty and doubt. Setting: a stone castle hall with tall arched windows, banners, and cool daylight. - Безумный император: centered in a shattered throne hall during the memory of the coup. A mad deposed tyrant-emperor: a tall, gaunt man in his late fifties, pale sunken skin, hollow bloodshot eyes with a wild unhinged stare, sharp cheekbones and a cruel thin-lipped sneer. Long iron-grey hair hangs tangled past his shoulders, streaked with sweat; a wiry greying beard frames his jaw. He wears a tarnished blood-red imperial robe with frayed gold brocade, a dented crooked crown of blackened gold, heavy chained medallions, and a torn ermine-trimmed mantle slipping off one shoulder. Bony clawed hands grip a jagged sceptre. Feet in scuffed ornate leather court boots. Cracked marble floor, toppled banners, scattered embers and cold grey light behind him.