A monstrous airship forged from pure obsidian and dark iron rumbles across the stormy sky, its jagged, spiked hull built for war. Towering mechanical wings extend outward, each edged with rotating blades that churn the air like a hurricane. Arcane cannons, carved into the vessel’s armored plating, glow ominously with molten energy, ready to unleash destruction. The solar eclipse casts long, shifting shadows across its jagged surface, as turbulent winds tear through the thick clouds below. Flashes of crimson lightning strike the ship’s hull, only to be absorbed and redirected into its massive power core, fueling its relentless advance.
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