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Moghul the Unburied rises at dusk from a mound of scorched bones, his colossal frame bound by chains that rattle like distant thunder. His molten gaze boils the ground beneath his feet, and his laughter curdles blood. None who enter his lair beneath the shattered amphitheater do so twice, for his hunger is matched only by his hatred for the living. Moghul the Unburied rises at dusk from a mound of scorched bones, his colossal frame bound by chains that rattle like distant thunder. His molten gaze boils the ground beneath his feet, and his laughter curdles blood. None who enter his lair beneath the shattered amphitheater do so twice, for his hunger is matched only by his hatred for the living.

Husk Hollow is a mining town chewed into the ribs of a red sandstone canyon. At sunset, the wind howls through empty streets, carrying the ghostly refrain of pickaxes striking stone. Locals say the gold veins ran dry the night the earth swallowed half the townsfolk whole—and spits out their whispers with every dust storm. Husk Hollow is a mining town chewed into the ribs of a red sandstone canyon. At sunset, the wind howls through empty streets, carrying the ghostly refrain of pickaxes striking stone. Locals say the gold veins ran dry the night the earth swallowed half the townsfolk whole—and spits out their whispers with every dust storm.

The Luminarch’s Prism is a scepter forged from meteorite and split by seven bands of shimmering light. When wielded, it fractures the air with cascading rainbows that sear the eyes and soul. Legends claim a single incantation can turn day to night or split mountains, but only if sung in harmony with one’s truest regret. The Luminarch’s Prism is a scepter forged from meteorite and split by seven bands of shimmering light. When wielded, it fractures the air with cascading rainbows that sear the eyes and soul. Legends claim a single incantation can turn day to night or split mountains, but only if sung in harmony with one’s truest regret.

The Iron Sky Leviathan drifts above the clouds, a titanic beast of scale and steel, its belly festooned with lights like constellations. Its song is a low, thunderous hum that lures lost airships to dock on its back, never to return. The Iron Sky Leviathan drifts above the clouds, a titanic beast of scale and steel, its belly festooned with lights like constellations. Its song is a low, thunderous hum that lures lost airships to dock on its back, never to return.

The Paradox Sphere sits on a pedestal of tarnished copper, swirling with impossible colors that slide away from the mind’s eye. Scholars claim the artifact can unravel time itself, yet each study session erases the memory of the previous, leaving only feverish notes in unknown hands. The Paradox Sphere sits on a pedestal of tarnished copper, swirling with impossible colors that slide away from the mind’s eye. Scholars claim the artifact can unravel time itself, yet each study session erases the memory of the previous, leaving only feverish notes in unknown hands.