A lone, rugged Slavic warrior, Svetozar, stands on a hill at dusk. He looks at his own hand, which is beginning to transform, covered in coarse boar-like hair. Behind him, the dark, ancient forests of a fantasy Novgorod region stretch out. Moody, dramatic lighting. --ar 16:9,
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