A solemn temple courtyard at dusk, with intricately carved stone walls and a high-pitched roof adorned with glimmering jade tiles. The god, resplendent in imperial robes, stands before an ornate altar as dark blue waves undulate and swirl around him. He holds aloft the evil water magic weapon, its malevolent energy palpable as it seems to darken the air itself. The sky above is a deep crimson, with wispy clouds drifting like smoke from a thousand incense sticks. The pose: regal yet foreboding.

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