Wheel of Ruin
The Rotting Figure’s gaze, a constant torment in Jasper’s nightmares, finally broke through the veil of sleep. It was the curse, the blight that turned food to ash, that finally acted as the catalyst. The whispers of the rot, the gnawing dread, coalesced into a raw, primal urge. Something within the celestial being, buried beneath layers of cosmic order, cracked open.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.