Dark Fantasy Angelic Warrior in Crimson Meadow

menacing dark fantasy angelic female, standing mockingly in the heart of a vast, lush green meadow, the grass whispering around her armored feet, surrounded by towering, dark crimson and burgundy flowers with velvety petals, their unnatural size and shadowed beauty exuding quiet menace, one hand casually resting on the weathered hilt of a titanic corroded blade, the massive sword scarred from countless ancient battles, mysterious inscriptions glowing faintly in broken burnt crimson and faded beige hues, oversized angular crossguard, wearing heavy skeletal armor forged from dull, corroded bone-white and rust-red metal, shaped like a monstrous death’s head, jagged breastplate plunging deeply to emphasize her voluptuous figure, glimpses of smooth pale skin flickering with fractured crimson light, long, wild dark hair spilling over reddened, rust-streaked pauldrons, face completely hidden behind an ancient, battered iron mask with cracked edges and faded ochre engravings, the hollow eye slits leaking dull blood-red and dusty peach light, a pair of tattered, rust-colored angel wings arching high behind her back, the feathers tangled with curling vines and petals, a warm golden sun hanging low over the horizon, casting long amber shadows across the meadow, fireflies drifting lazily through the air like embers, the flowers subtly shifting in an unseen wind, bold dynamic manga-style strokes,