Wheel of Ruin
Hugh Richard crawled from the putrid depths of Dreadnaught's Wake, a colossal Lesser Spirit whose Guardian purpose had long since dissolved into the rot. The corpse of the god-beast offered little comfort, its decaying flesh a monument to a forgotten era. His kind, ephemeral beings bound to emotions and places, were meant to shield. Now, there was only decay and the gnawing certainty of the end.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.