Wheel of Ruin
Immortal Dragonborn crawled from the bleeding canopy of the Blightwood carrying the weight of a shattered age. The collapse stripped away the pride of the metallic bloodline, leaving behind a compact warrior whose scales had weathered extinction events and whose mind struggled to comprehend the full scale of the ruin.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.
Portrait painted with AI.
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