In the courtyard of a fallen citadel, this broken demonic statue still radiates a slow, simmering malice. Its faceless helm and twisted horns were once the proud herald of a war‑god, before a desperate order of knights shattered the idol from the waist down and buried the pieces under holy rubble. Now the torso alone remains, half‑risen from the earth, and on storm‑heavy nights its stone ribs can be heard grinding…as if the rest of the body is clawing its way back to join it.
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