Hollowmark glitters with gold, but none of it belongs to the penniless. With empty pockets and nowhere left to turn, Solrak and Seravyn carve their names into the hunters' guild, where coin is earned in blood and every contract carries a price. Their first bounty sounds simple enough: the city's underground waterways have run foul, and something is said to be lurking in the dark below. An easy hunt, an easy purse. But what waits coiled in those flooded tunnels was never meant to be found.
Soulstrike — Episode 9
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The beasts are behind them, but Hollowmark offers no rest, only a coin-city with no room for the penniless. As Solrak and Seravyn settle beside a fire at the desert's edge, a question long left unspoken finally surfaces, and Seravyn begins to reveal why this hunt was never truly his to carry. Some bonds are forged in fire, and some are broken by it. The truth waiting in the dark will change everything between them. Tonight, the hunt turns personal.
Soulstrike — Episode 8
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Solrak and Seravyn finally come face to face with the Ashreach's true inhabitant. The real hunt begins now, and only one side walks away. Who wins this fight?
Soulstrike — Episode 12
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Beyond Hollowmark's walls lies the Ashreach, a desert so vast it swallows the men who dare to cross it. A new contract bearing the mark of Red Lashite draws Solrak and Seravyn into the burning sands, chasing the same beast that took an entire band of hunters and left no one to tell the tale. No tracks. No bodies. Only an endless horizon and a silence that presses harder with every step. Seravyn feels it before she sees it, that cold thread of dread coiling beneath the heat. Something is out here. Something that has done this before. And as the dunes shift and the sky begins to turn, one truth becomes clear: in the Ashreach, the hunters were never the ones doing the hunting.
Soulstrike — Episode 11
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Beyond Hollowmark's walls lies the Ashreach, a desert so vast it swallows the men who dare to cross it. A new contract bearing the mark of Red Lashite draws Solrak and Seravyn into the burning sands, chasing the same beast that took an entire band of hunters and left no one to tell the tale. No tracks. No bodies. Only an endless horizon and a silence that presses harder with every step. Seravyn feels it before she sees it, that cold thread of dread coiling beneath the heat. Something is out here. Something that has done this before. And as the dunes shift and the sky begins to turn, one truth becomes clear: in the Ashreach, the hunters were never the ones doing the hunting.
Soulstrike — Episode 11
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Solrak and Seravyn finally come face to face with the thing the city paid them to find. It is no beast that crawls or stalks, it coils, vast and ancient, a serpent of the drowned dark that has fed on the silence for longer than the guild has kept its records. Their first contract as Shadow Hunters was never an easy purse. It was a grave with their names already carved into it. Steel trembles. Fire stirs. But against a horror this old, this hungry, is courage enough to walk back into the light?
Soulstrike — Episode 10
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Solrak and Seravyn finally come face to face with the thing the city paid them to find. It is no beast that crawls or stalks, it coils, vast and ancient, a serpent of the drowned dark that has fed on the silence for longer than the guild has kept its records. Their first contract as Shadow Hunters was never an easy purse. It was a grave with their names already carved into it. Steel trembles. Fire stirs. But against a horror this old, this hungry, is courage enough to walk back into the light?
Soulstrike — Episode 10
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Hollowmark glitters with gold, but none of it belongs to the penniless. With empty pockets and nowhere left to turn, Solrak and Seravyn carve their names into the hunters' guild, where coin is earned in blood and every contract carries a price. Their first bounty sounds simple enough: the city's underground waterways have run foul, and something is said to be lurking in the dark below. An easy hunt, an easy purse. But what waits coiled in those flooded tunnels was never meant to be found.
Soulstrike — Episode 9
Made with @openart_ai
The beasts are behind them, but Hollowmark offers no rest, only a coin-city with no room for the penniless. As Solrak and Seravyn settle beside a fire at the desert's edge, a question long left unspoken finally surfaces, and Seravyn begins to reveal why this hunt was never truly his to carry. Some bonds are forged in fire, and some are broken by it. The truth waiting in the dark will change everything between them. Tonight, the hunt turns personal.
Soulstrike — Episode 8
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The gates of Hollowmark slam shut. No crowd mercy. No way out. Solrak and Seravyn are left at the center of the pit as two titans are unchained Gorrath, the mountain that walks, and Veskar, the hunger that wears a skull. Steel cannot cut them. Fire cannot catch them. Bleeding and outmatched, the two warriors learn the cruelest law of the arena: you cannot kill what you cannot reach. But every giant stands on something. And the moment they stop fighting as two… is the moment Hollowmark remembers why their names are spoken in the same breath.
Soulstrike — Episode 7
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The gates of Hollowmark slam shut. No crowd mercy. No way out. Solrak and Seravyn are left at the center of the pit as two titans are unchained Gorrath, the mountain that walks, and Veskar, the hunger that wears a skull. Steel cannot cut them. Fire cannot catch them. Bleeding and outmatched, the two warriors learn the cruelest law of the arena: you cannot kill what you cannot reach. But every giant stands on something. And the moment they stop fighting as two… is the moment Hollowmark remembers why their names are spoken in the same breath.
Soulstrike — Episode 7
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#soulstrike #openart #action #fantasy #drama
Solrak and Seravyn finally reach HOLLOWMARK, the City of Silent Blades, where every shadow is bought and every breath has a price. Solrak comes face to face with her, the masked woman who killed his master. No apologies. Only the slow tilt of a head that has ended a hundred lives. But before her blade can answer his, the city itself begins to scream. Chains snap. The ground splits. And what rises from beneath Hollowmark should never have been awakened.
Soulstrike — Episode 6
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#soulstrike #openart #action #fantasy #drama
Solrak and Seravyn finally reach HOLLOWMARK, the City of Silent Blades, where every shadow is bought and every breath has a price. Solrak comes face to face with her, the masked woman who killed his master. No apologies. Only the slow tilt of a head that has ended a hundred lives. But before her blade can answer his, the city itself begins to scream. Chains snap. The ground splits. And what rises from beneath Hollowmark should never have been awakened.
Soulstrike — Episode 6
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#soulstrike #openart #action #fantasy #drama
Through the primordial portal lies a world that never knew man. Solrak and Seravyn arrive on foreign soil, beneath skies that do not remember the sun. From the moss-laden caves, the MAEWOLF stir pack-hunters born of lion and wolf, their cyan manes burning cold in the mist. Surrounded and far from home, Solrak and Seravyn face a truth older than their war: in this land, prey does not survive alone.
Soulstrike — Episode 5
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Through the primordial portal lies a world that never knew man. Solrak and Seravyn arrive on foreign soil, beneath skies that do not remember the sun. From the moss-laden caves, the MAEWOLF stir pack-hunters born of lion and wolf, their cyan manes burning cold in the mist. Surrounded and far from home, Solrak and Seravyn face a truth older than their war: in this land, prey does not survive alone.
Soulstrike — Episode 5
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Trapped in a primordial realm where ancient beasts rule, Solrak and Seravyn are hunted by OSSARIX, a colossal serpent older than time itself. To reach the portal to the assassin's world, they must survive a battle they were never meant to win.
Soulstrike - Episode 4
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Trapped in a primordial realm where ancient beasts rule, Solrak and Seravyn are hunted by OSSARIX, a colossal serpent older than time itself. To reach the portal to the assassin's world, they must survive a battle they were never meant to win.
Soulstrike - Episode 4
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The assassin has vanished into another world. To follow, Solrak and Seravyn must cross the dimensional veil, guarded by KRA'GORN, an ancient beast. One fight stands between vengeance and the truth.
Soulstrike - Episode 3
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The assassin has vanished into another world. To follow, Solrak and Seravyn must cross the dimensional veil, guarded by KRA'GORN, an ancient beast. One fight stands between vengeance and the truth.
Soulstrike - Episode 3
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Solrak's hunt takes a turn when a dual-blade warrior crosses his path fierce, silent, and impossible to read. Is she another enemy in his way, or the key to finding the assassin he's been chasing?
Soulstrike - Episode 2
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Solrak's hunt takes a turn when a dual-blade warrior crosses his path fierce, silent, and impossible to read. Is she another enemy in his way, or the key to finding the assassin he's been chasing?
Soulstrike - Episode 2
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When a masked female assassin kills his master in cold blood, Solrak must face the one truth his training never prepared him for revenge has no rules.
Soulstrike - Episode 1
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When a masked female assassin kills his master in cold blood, Solrak must face the one truth his training never prepared him for revenge has no rules.
Soulstrike - Episode 1
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VROTHAK, The Plaguerider
The sky split open with a sound like cracking bones as Vrothak pulled hard on the spine reins of Netharsul, a decaying dragon stitched together from the corpses of a hundred fallen beasts, its skeletal jaw hanging loose, its hollow eyes burning with cursed green fire. Vrothak raised his fist and the green energy crackling around his gauntlets surged down through the chains into the dragon's throat like a command spoken in poison. Netharsul opened its jaws wide and unleashed a massive wall of toxic green vapor, not fire, not flame, but something worse, a thick rolling cloud of necrotic plague that swept across the battlefield in a single breath, devouring everything it touched. Soldiers didn't burn, they dissolved. Armor corroded in seconds. Shields turned to rust mid block. Horses collapsed into piles of blackened bone before their riders could even scream. One breath. One single breath and the entire front line, three hundred men, war machines, banners, all of it, was reduced to a silent field of green mist and ash. Vrothak watched from above as the fog settled over what used to be an army, his glowing green eyes showing nothing behind the mask, no mercy, no hesitation, just the cold patience of a man who learned long ago that wars aren't won by fighting, they're won by making the other side disappear.
Made with Seedance 2.0 on @openart_ai
#openart #seedance2
Caught between the storm above and something far worse waiting below.
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Seedance 2.0
Part of @kreevslab
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#OpenArt#Seedance2
FULL PROMPT 🥰🥰🥰
So many asked, So here is the Full Prompt I rendered on Seedance 2.0 1080p on Runway:
photrealism movie style
0:00 – 0:02 EXT. PARK – DAY – TREE BRANCH A Japanese schoolgirl crouches on a branch— She launches forward decisively. Camera dives with her.
0:02 – 0:04 0:02 – 0:04 FREE FALL → PICNIC TABLE She drops fast toward a picnic table— IMPACT— The moment she hits— Scale snap: she’s now tiny (soda-can size). Table surface becomes a vast landscape with food and drinks. she imideatielly runs in the same direction she landed, between the food items at high speed
0:04 – 0:06 TABLE SURFACE – CONTINUOUS MOTION A bee rockets past— She lands onto its back fcing forward in riding position mid-flight— Scale snap: now same size as the bee.
0:06 – 0:09 BEE FLIGHT – HIGH SPEED The bee darts forward aggressively— She clings tight as they weave at high speed between the legs of people walking— Shoes slam down around them like obstacles. Wind blasts her hair back.
0:09 – 0:11 SLOW-MOTION SCENE She clings to the bee as they are flying through kids having a waterballon fight
0:11 – 0:12.5 normal speed the bee rockets trough the legs of a group of cheerleaders standing in a row
0:12.5 – 0:13.5 She jumps off the bee. Scale snap: now she is normal human size again she falls into the open arms of a male student and they are both same size now
0:13.5 – 0:15 she hugs the male student and winks at the camera
SOLRAK, The Sin of Wrath
Solrak "The Sin of Wrath" doesn't fight out of duty or honor. He fights because the rage inside him demands it. Every emotion he's ever buried ignites as literal flame across his skin, and the angrier he gets, the more unstable and catastrophic his fire becomes. When the beast charges with its claws bared, Solrak smiles — because he's been waiting for something worthy of his fury. He lets the hit land just to feel it, then retaliates with a full-body eruption of white fire so violent it warps the air itself, not just burning the creature but unmaking its will to continue.
Made with Seedance 2.0 on @openart_ai
#openart #seedance2 #fantasy #cinematography #film
VROTHAK, The Plaguerider
The sky split open with a sound like cracking bones as Vrothak pulled hard on the spine reins of Netharsul, a decaying dragon stitched together from the corpses of a hundred fallen beasts, its skeletal jaw hanging loose, its hollow eyes burning with cursed green fire. Vrothak raised his fist and the green energy crackling around his gauntlets surged down through the chains into the dragon's throat like a command spoken in poison. Netharsul opened its jaws wide and unleashed a massive wall of toxic green vapor, not fire, not flame, but something worse, a thick rolling cloud of necrotic plague that swept across the battlefield in a single breath, devouring everything it touched. Soldiers didn't burn, they dissolved. Armor corroded in seconds. Shields turned to rust mid block. Horses collapsed into piles of blackened bone before their riders could even scream. One breath. One single breath and the entire front line, three hundred men, war machines, banners, all of it, was reduced to a silent field of green mist and ash. Vrothak watched from above as the fog settled over what used to be an army, his glowing green eyes showing nothing behind the mask, no mercy, no hesitation, just the cold patience of a man who learned long ago that wars aren't won by fighting, they're won by making the other side disappear.
Made with Seedance 2.0 on @openart_ai
#openart #seedance2
VROTHAK, The Plaguerider
The sky split open with a sound like cracking bones as Vrothak pulled hard on the spine reins of Netharsul, a decaying dragon stitched together from the corpses of a hundred fallen beasts, its skeletal jaw hanging loose, its hollow eyes burning with cursed green fire. Vrothak raised his fist and the green energy crackling around his gauntlets surged down through the chains into the dragon's throat like a command spoken in poison. Netharsul opened its jaws wide and unleashed a massive wall of toxic green vapor, not fire, not flame, but something worse, a thick rolling cloud of necrotic plague that swept across the battlefield in a single breath, devouring everything it touched. Soldiers didn't burn, they dissolved. Armor corroded in seconds. Shields turned to rust mid block. Horses collapsed into piles of blackened bone before their riders could even scream. One breath. One single breath and the entire front line, three hundred men, war machines, banners, all of it, was reduced to a silent field of green mist and ash. Vrothak watched from above as the fog settled over what used to be an army, his glowing green eyes showing nothing behind the mask, no mercy, no hesitation, just the cold patience of a man who learned long ago that wars aren't won by fighting, they're won by making the other side disappear.
Made with Seedance 2.0 on @openart_ai
#openart #seedance2
NYXIS - Unit 09, The Stray
They came at dusk, dozens of them rising from the rotting soil like ancient trees refusing to die, their hollow teal eyes flickering with stolen life. Nyxis flattened her mechanical ears against her skull, the targeting system behind her glowing blue eyes already locking onto the nearest six. She was built in a lab as a combat-class feline unit fast, disposable, meant to follow orders but the facility burned down three years ago and nobody ever came to deactivate her. Now she fights for no one but herself. She tightened her clawed grip on the Voidreaper, the scythe's cyan vein syncing with her own power core like a second heartbeat, and dropped low into the mud. The first wood guardian swung its crude stone blade, Nyxis sidestepped with mechanical precision, planted her prosthetic leg, and drove the scythe upward through its bark chest, splitting it into splinters and moss before it even registered the hit. Three more charged from the fog. She didn't flinch. Her tail unit whipped behind her for balance, her left hand shot forward toward the horde, fingers spread wide, not a plea, not a surrender, but a count. Five fingers. Five seconds. That's all she needed to clear the field. After all, strays don't beg, they bite.
Made with Seedance 2.0 on @openart_ai
#openart #seedanceshowdown #scifi #TeamOpenArtist
NYXIS - Unit 09, The Stray
They came at dusk, dozens of them rising from the rotting soil like ancient trees refusing to die, their hollow teal eyes flickering with stolen life. Nyxis flattened her mechanical ears against her skull, the targeting system behind her glowing blue eyes already locking onto the nearest six. She was built in a lab as a combat-class feline unit fast, disposable, meant to follow orders but the facility burned down three years ago and nobody ever came to deactivate her. Now she fights for no one but herself. She tightened her clawed grip on the Voidreaper, the scythe's cyan vein syncing with her own power core like a second heartbeat, and dropped low into the mud. The first wood guardian swung its crude stone blade, Nyxis sidestepped with mechanical precision, planted her prosthetic leg, and drove the scythe upward through its bark chest, splitting it into splinters and moss before it even registered the hit. Three more charged from the fog. She didn't flinch. Her tail unit whipped behind her for balance, her left hand shot forward toward the horde, fingers spread wide, not a plea, not a surrender, but a count. Five fingers. Five seconds. That's all she needed to clear the field. After all, strays don't beg, they bite.
Made with Seedance 2.0 on @openart_ai
#openart #seedanceshowdown #scifi #TeamOpenArtist
Sci-fi transformations and epic battles are reaching a whole new level with Seedance 2.0!
I’m thrilled to share this latest project created using Seedance 2.0 on @openart_ai . The workflow involved generating base images in @midjourney v8, upscaling with @topazlabs , and final editing/color grading in @AdobeVideo Premiere 2026. 🎬✨
The creative possibilities with these AI tools are endless. What do you think of the result?
Made with @invideo.io try it at https://t.co/MInrSXJwUV
She walked through all of them.
Didn't run. Didn't flinch. Just walked.
Image to Video · Seedance 2.0
Music Credit: Carpenters · Close to You
Part of @kreevslab
Supported by @epicworldaiart & @art.ai.future Community