In a dark and decaying cathedral, a stern Inquisitor dressed in black and red robes stands menacingly. His face is partially hidden by a grim metal mask, and he holds a burning iron cross in one hand. Around him, tortured heretics are chained to stone pillars, their hollow eyes reflecting fear and despair. The gothic architecture is cracked and overrun by creeping shadows, while faint, ghostly figures of undead monks lurk in the background. The atmosphere is heavy with dread, with dim candlelight casting long, distorted shadows and filling the air with an eerie glow, black and white