Wheel of Ruin
Arcane Humans crawled out from the hollow belly of the Hollow Citadel, a floating fortress of rusted iron and starving exiles. The collapse took everything of value, leaving behind only the ash of a gutted world and the constant, dull roar of the sky tearing apart. Standing tall enough to loom dramatically, this young human possessed the height of a hero and the fragile constitution of tissue paper.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.
Portrait painted with AI.
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