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Art style: Pixar-like 3D. Средний крупный план в тронном зале среди дыма и пыли: лицо Стрельцова на уровне глаз, поднятый над головой меч блестит в красном свете. Справа в кадре, чуть дальше, на коленях безумный император, его глаза расширены от ужаса. Свет — багровое зарево и далёкие молнии, пыль в воздухе. Атмосфера тяжёлого решающего мгновения, всё замерло. Палитра: красный, тёмно-серый, холодная сталь. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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. - 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.