The lute’s wooden body, once smooth and polished, now bears the chaotic, jagged scars of lightning’s touch, etched deep into the grain. Flecks of burnt wood create a faint shimmer, catching the light like darkened stars scattered across its surface. Wisps of static dance along the strings, crackling with faint electric energy. The lute lays on clutched in a lifeless hand. The background is a debris covered battlefield. Pathfinder 2 art style.