Wheel of Ruin
PrettyPetya had always trafficked in propositions, but the one offered by the cloaked figure was different. It promised power beyond the fading world's comprehension, demanding only a deeper embrace of what PrettyPetya already was: a pragmatist, a villain, a survivor. The choice was made amidst the acrid smoke of Ember Falls, a whisper of old magic and colder logic sealing the bargain.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.