Wheel of Ruin
Crushing Skilled Undead crawled from the crimson gutters of the bazaar where souls traded for less than copper. As a vampire spawn of skeletal grace and predatory hunger, the collapse of the verses stripped away every illusion of nobility, leaving only a blood-soaked corpse with a debt to settle.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.
Portrait painted with AI.
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