The Goddess Vessel
The Architect's hammer was not a metaphor; it was an army, and it was marching on our territory under the cover of the stolen sun.
From the high ridge where we stood, the view was both terrifying and strangely clarifying. The forest at the edge of our territory seethed. Figures poured from the tree line-not just wolves, but hulking, misshapen things that moved on two legs and four, creatures twisted by the Crimson Sun's corrupt magic. Among them, disciplined units of soldiers in dark armor moved with a chilling synchronicity, their banners bearing the jagged, bloody sun. And at the very front, a figure in robes of deepest crimson, his face hidden within a hood, directed the tide with slow, d
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