Wheel of Ruin
The Blightwood, a place of bleeding trees and hungry packs, had been TheLegend27’s crucible. Each step of the escort duty, shielding the blind scholar and their chained case, was an invoice paid in shattered steel and scraped plating. The hard-won progress wasn't just measured in distance, but in the constant internal tremors shaking its Combat Cyborg frame.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.