In a dystopian city drenched in crimson rain, Carnage stands at the peak of a rusted industrial tower. The sky churns with dark clouds, crackling with red lightning that reflects off Carnage's writhing, blood-colored tendrils. His body shifts chaotically, a living mass of razor-sharp edges and savage intent, oozing malice. His wild, jagged grin stretches unnaturally wide, eyes glowing with sadistic glee as he gazes down on the city in chaos. The streets below echo with terrified screams, as his tendrils lash out violently, eager to unleash destruction. The atmosphere pulses with bloodlust and chaos, as if the very city trembles in his presence.
