In the dim light of a flickering forge, the Rune Knight stands still as a statue, her presence radiating an ancient, quiet power, partially obscured by a helm of dark iron, reveals only her right eye piercing, Encircling it, intricate runes swirl in perfect symmetry, etched into her skin as if by the hands of forgotten gods, These glowing symbols pulse faintly with a deep, arcane energy, shifting between silver and violet, each rune a ward, a seal, and a weapon in itself, Her eye, sharp as a blade, gleams beneath the runes, an endless well of knowledge and battle- won wisdom, The light of the runes casts delicate shadows across her angular features, one forged in both fire and magic, As the runes burn brighter, the air around her seems to hum with their power, a subtle warning to any who would dare meet her gaze, black as night and inscribed with the same ancient runes, shimmers faintly in the dim light, each piece a relic of wars long past, (best quality, realistic:1. 4)