Creation Details
Panel prompts:
- #1“The warehouse stood at the edge of the district, a long wooden structure with iron-reinforced doors and guards posted at every corner. Smoke from distant factories stained the sky grey. The air smelled of salt, foreign spices, and something else—something that reminded Renji of blood. Workers moved in steady lines, hauling crates from ships to storage. Inside those crates: firearms. Rifles, pistols, ammunition—goods from the white men who came across the sea. The Shogunate had business with them”
- #2“The three of them walked through the corridors—Renji, Kenji, and Reika—toward the western wing. "Thank you," Reika said. "Don't thank us," Kenji replied. "Just stay away from him when he's angry." "I can't." "Then learn to fight." Renji laughed. "She's not the fighting type, brother." "Everyone is the fighting type," Kenji said. "Some people just haven't discovered it yet." Reika smiled. It was small, fragile, but real. They walked in silence for a moment. "There's a”
Art Style: Mecha Sci-Fi
Color Mode: Full Color
Panels: 2
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