A terrified man running desperately through a fiery, hellish landscape, flames erupting all around him, some people already burning and fall...

In a dark, apocalyptic world, the sky is swallowed in pitch-black clouds, casting an eternal night. Flames rage violently in every direction, their heat warping the air. Screams echo as people, engulfed in fire, plummet into a bottomless abyss. Amid the chaos, a lone man runs for his life, desperation etched on his face. Behind him, the Angel of Death — draped in a long, tattered black robe — moves with a terrifying calm, a shadowy face hidden under the hood, one skeletal hand clutching a spectral, glowing scythe. The firelight flickers over the Angel’s form, making it seem both real and otherworldly. The man’s path is blocked on all sides by walls of fire, yet he runs, knowing that the dark figure behind him is inevitable. The scene pulses with fear, heat, and the finality of death.