Prompt:
Industrial fantasy world populated by dwarves, elves, orcs, and other races. Weathered dwarves in heavy, dense trench coats, holding their large caliber rifles with broad palms, pushing through the trenches amidst ruins of past industrial structures for an attack. Their broad faces with prominent features are worn out, dirtied by trench dust, and their once lush beards look pitiful. Yet, a fierce fire of doomed determination and rage burns in their eyes, while their strong hands tightly grip their weapons. A dwarf officer on the trench's edge passionately signals the attack. His exhausted face bears the marks of a gas attack, with patches of skin peeled off, revealing unpleasant wounds, covered with bandages to hide the worst. His stout, broad-shouldered figure in an officer's uniform stands like a monolith above the trench, mouth open in a cry, one hand with a large caliber revolver raised in a beckoning gesture, his once carefully braided and groomed beard now completely disheveled. Explosions and clumps of earth flying into the air are visible everywhere, tracer rounds from shots crisscrossing the sky.
Keywords: industrial fantasy, dwarves, elves, orcs, trench warfare, ruins, rifles, determination, rage, explosions, officer, gas attack, wounds, bandages, revolver, chaos, fantasy races, dramatic lighting, gritty atmosphere.
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