Seedance 2.0 CG Video Prompt: Tea Kill - Instant Purgatory

Visual style: Chinese-style (guofeng) anime 3D CG, IMAX cinematic quality. Mood/tone: Contrast-driven violent aesthetics, where the demonic, the sinister, elegance, and cruelty all coexist. Color grade: Primarily ink-blue, dark gold, amber, and emerald green, high contrast, a strong sense of spatial depth. Character setup: A young female cult leader. Stunningly beautiful, cold and striking features, sharp facial features, dark green hair worn up high. Wears an ink-blue battle-dress-style war robe, with dark gold water-ripple patterns floating across it. Key prop: A floating Nine-Dragon purple-clay divine cauldron (ancient and deep purple, dark gold patterns flowing across it, containing extremely hot spirit tea inside). General sound design: Throughout, a deep pressure of wind, the distant rumble of army formations, the friction of armor, and the crack of battle flags in the wind. 0-3 seconds Shot types: Extreme macro close-up → ultra-macro tracking shot → extremely fast subjective dive. Frame content: The camera locks onto the protagonist's right eye. Her deep brown irises, streaked with dark gold light, clearly reflect the mass of a hundred-thousand-strong army blackening the ground outside the city and the flames of the battlefield. Her eyes are full of amusement and contempt. The camera shifts slightly as the corner of her mouth curls up in a faint, cold smile. The Nine-Dragon purple-clay divine cauldron, held aloft in one hand, floats in the air, the spirit tea inside its mouth roiling, the heat warping the air around it. She extends two slender fingers, her movement extremely elegant yet eerie, and unhurriedly plucks a tender green tea leaf from the churning hot steam. The camera moves close to the tea leaf. The instant the young leaf leaves her fingers and flies off, time seems to slow. The leaf begins spinning at high speed, its sharp edges slicing through the air, tiny sonic-boom clouds and sparks bursting around it. The camera switches to the tea leaf's subjective viewpoint (or closely follows it), diving at extreme speed toward the center of the battlefield far below, an intense sense of weightlessness. Enhanced sound design: The roaring boil of water inside the cauldron, the low growl of steam, the sharp sound of the tea leaf cutting through the air and the air being torn apart to its limit. 3-6 seconds Shot types: Extremely fast plunge → extreme wide-angle panorama → high-altitude overhead shot. Frame content: The camera follows the tea leaf as it plummets violently, and in the instant before it hits the ground, suddenly pulls back into an extreme wide-angle panorama. That featherlight tea leaf lands. A visual spectacle is generated: centered on the point of impact, the entire ground surface instantly liquefies. Earth, stone, war chariots, iron armor, and banners are all swallowed by the scalding, amber-colored spirit tea. The ancient battlefield thunderously transforms into a boundless, roiling, boiling sea of tea. The scalding tea waves, carrying an aura of destruction, spread out wildly, and the enemy army falls into the tea sea in droves. Iron armor rapidly turns red-hot, softens, and melts, huge clouds of white steam shooting into the sky and blotting it out. The camera rises to a high-altitude overhead shot; beneath the dark clouds pressing down on the city, the entire battlefield has become a boiling cauldron of infernal tea soup. Beneath its warm amber hue lies utter cruelty. Enhanced sound design: The dull thud of the ground instantly liquefying, the boiling roar of the tea sea, the creaking groan of melting armor, the enemy's shrill, agonized screams, and the bursting hiss of steam. 6-10 seconds Shot types: Low-altitude sweep → extremely fast push-in (frontal) → rising follow shot → weaving through the storm → diving cut back. Frame content: The camera skims low across the surface of the boiling tea sea, swirling tea liquid on either side, steam blasting past. The camera pushes in extremely fast on the protagonist's front. She stands high above, untouched by the carnage, her dark green hair and ink-blue war robe whipping wildly in the hot wind generated by the slaughter. Her gaze suddenly sharpens, killing intent piercing out as if it were a physical thing. She lightly moves her fingertip. In midair, that original tea leaf silently splits open, then multiplies furiously. A massive surge in number: tens of billions of jade-sharp tea leaves erupt outward, blotting out the sky. The camera suddenly rises along with the swarm of leaves. Countless tea leaves interweave, converging into several green tornado-storms that stretch from earth to sky, tearing through the tea sea, the army formations, and the dark clouds. The storm sweeps up countless enemy soldiers and warhorses, who are repeatedly sliced, crushed, and pulverized amid the dense blades of leaves. In the end, every person and object is reduced entirely to glowing, golden-green tea dust. The camera first weaves through the interior of the storm, showing off the extreme detail of the cutting, then follows the fiercest tornado as it dives back down to the battlefield. The imagery is gorgeous, eerie, and razor-clean. Enhanced sound design: The hissing of countless tea leaves cutting at high speed (similar to a high-pressure water jet), the storm's furious howl, the collective snapping of weapons, and the sound of flesh and bone being pulverized. 10-15 seconds Shot types: Low-angle extreme wide shot → slow tilt down → freeze on a medium-close facial shot. Frame content: The storm stops abruptly, without warning. The world instantly falls silent. The camera slowly tilts down from a low-angle extreme wide shot. The dark clouds in the sky tear open, letting cold light through. The tea sea vanishes along with the hundred-thousand-strong army, and the ground turns into a boundless, mirror-like glazed plain, reflecting the protagonist's solitary, aloof figure. Countless glowing golden-green motes of tea dust drift down slowly through the quiet air like will-o'-the-wisps. The protagonist's expression returns to its languid ease. She casually puts away the Nine-Dragon purple-clay divine cauldron, and an elegant, antique tea table with a cup of clear tea appears out of thin air. She lifts the teacup, lowering her eyes to look at the surface of the tea. In the rippling tea, the bloody scene of the hundred-thousand-strong army she just annihilated is faintly reflected. A faint, almost imperceptible wicked smile rises at the corner of her mouth, and she gently blows away the rising heat. The camera slowly pushes in, freezing on a medium-close shot of her face. Wisps of hot mist drift across her cold, striking profile, her amber-gold eyes calm yet eerie. Tea dust drifts down across the whole sky, and the image conveys an extreme sense of demonic malice and killing intent wrapped in a shell of Zen-like serenity. Enhanced sound design: The sound abruptly falls silent (creating a strong contrast), leaving only the faint whisper of a light breeze, the rustle of falling tea dust, the soft clink of the porcelain cup, and the sound of hot breath blowing across the tea.