Looking Up from Hell's Depths at Giant Guardians and Evil Souls AI Image Prompt

9:16 vertical composition, ultra-wide-angle low-angle shot, camera looking upward from the deepest part of hell. On both sides of the frame are two rows of giant guardians—not standing, but merged with the hellish rock walls, growing from the ground all the way into the darkness at the edge of sight. The guardians are a hundred zhang tall, bronze and black rock symbiotically fused; their armor surfaces are covered in layer upon layer of charred black residue—the ash deposits left by evil souls burned over billions of years. Their faces are half-corroded iron masks, features blurred and indistinct, with only dark golden light seeping from the eye slits. Embedded in the gaps of their armor are broken weapons, tangled chains, and dried bones—all remains left by evil souls who tried to break through across the ages. Each guardian's pose differs slightly—some hold halberds horizontally to block, some press their palms together to suppress, some grip a huge mass of black mist with one hand—but all are motionless, like mountains that have stood here since ancient times. In the space between the guardians, it is densely packed with evil souls—not 'a black tide,' but countless individuals layered and crammed into every inch of visible space. Nearby evil souls are clearly distinguishable: one wearing tattered Ming dynasty official robes, face twisted into a silent scream; one charred and carbonized all over, skin cracked to reveal white bones; one with elongated, deformed limbs and fingers like dead branches reaching toward the guardians; dozens of evil souls tangled into a human-shaped mass of flesh, impossible to tell who is who; one with only half a head left, a single eyeball floating in the air. At mid-distance the density of evil souls is so high that individuals can no longer be distinguished, only layer upon layer of gray-black silhouettes pressed together, countless arms reaching outward. Distant evil souls merge with the darkness, but on closer look there are still countless faint points of light writhing in the dark—those are the eyes of more evil souls. The battle has no order—not a neat barrier defense line, but chaotic tearing and pulling. The dark golden light patterns seeping from the guardians form irregular burning zones in the air; evil souls that collide with them are burned into black smoke, but evil souls that do not hit the burning zones squeeze in through the gaps, trampling and tearing at one another as they surge forward. Some evil souls have already squeezed up to the guardians, their skeletal fingers digging into armor gaps; scorched by the golden light and smoking black, they still refuse to let go. Some evil souls are caught by the chains on the guardians and are slowly being pulled toward the armor surface, about to become the next layer of accumulated residue. The air is filled with black smoke, ash, golden sparks, and shattered spirit remains; visibility is extremely low. At the very bottom of the frame, the ground of hell is not rock, but layer upon layer of compacted bones and rusted chains, with dark red lava light seeping from the cracks. The ground is trembling, and bone fragments are shaken into bouncing. A few broken