One girl with a scarlet smear across her cheekbone and a fierce glint in her eye, clutches an intricately carved blackwood spear in her fist, her tunic hanging in tatters as the wind whips her dark hair into a frenzy, set against a turbulent sapphire and amber skyline where wispy clouds stretch out like sea serpents across the heavens, amidst a blurred, abstract background of swirling silk and jade hues, as if the very fabric of reality is torn asunder by her untamed fury, her breath misting in the chill air as she summons the vengeful spirits of the Chu Ci to fuel her righteous wrath against the injustices of the mortal realm.