Wheel of Ruin
Titanic Lesser Spirits crawled out from the high vaults of the Obsidian Spire as an ephemeral guardian bound to stone and sorrow. This towering lesser spirit watched the world curdle while mad scholars hoarded forbidden knowledge above the glass floor. Somewhere along the way, a dead merchant's horse wandered into camp with saddlebags bursting with coin and a sealed letter that nobody ever claimed.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.
Portrait painted with AI.
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