An ancient war construct, built from rusted brass and forgotten sorcery, awakens in a battlefield long since turned to ruin. Its mechanical heart pulses with a dying ember of arcane power, gears screeching to life after centuries of silence. A single sigil, carved into its armored chest, glows faintly—a name lost to time, a purpose waiting to be remembered. , pinkpixelicious, aidmamj6.1,
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