Wheel of Ruin
The Obsidian Spire was a hungry place, its mad scholars always seeking to dissect the truly unique. PrettyPetya, an Ancient Dragon, learned this when the flagstone shifted. The *Deadly Trap* engaged, a metallic gasp echoing through the black glass walls. Something primal recoiled within the Time-Weaver, a desperate whisper from an ending world.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.