Wheel of Ruin
Rapid Slimes crawled from the sulfurous heat of Rustgate Settlement, a towering, ignited mass of gelatinous fire whose sheer size demanded custom armor in a world choking on its own fumes. This sprawling, amorphous shape had once hauled heavy ore before the sky cracked, carrying the weary banner of a hero despite possessing the fragile constitution of damp paper.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.
Portrait painted with AI.
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