In the quiet meadow at the edge of the cursed forest, where the shadows of ancie

In the quiet meadow at the edge of the cursed forest, where the shadows of ancient trees loom like specters, a solitary red blood pendant lies nestled among the tall blades of grass. Its crimson hue, reflecting the dying light of dusk, casts an eerie glow against the backdrop of fading daylight. Forged from a rare metal known only to the ancient alchemists of old, the pendant pulses faintly with a sinister energy. Its surface, etched with runes that shimmer like coiled serpents, speaks of a power both forbidden and coveted in the realm of dark medieval fantasy. Legends whisper of its origin—a relic of a long-forgotten blood ritual performed by a vengeful sorcerer seeking immortality or a warrior queen who dared defy the gods themselves. Now, it lies dormant, waiting for a hand brave or foolish enough to claim its power. Yet, the meadow is not without its guardians. Shadowy figures, cloaked in darkness and bound by oath to protect the pendant's secrets, watch from the edges of the forest. Their eyes, gleaming with otherworldly light, track every movement with a mix of curiosity and caution. As twilight deepens and the stars begin to emerge like silver pinpricks in the velvet sky, the pendant's allure beckons to those who dare seek its mysteries. Will its discovery bring salvation or unleash a darkness that threatens to consume all who covet its power

(worst quality, low quality:1.4), bad hands, bad fingers, deformed hands, deformed fingers, fewer digits