The Cry of the Aether
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Grave and titanic, a cry from the aether. It tore through the firmament, and then a deathly silence spread across the western swamps. Only the stagnant water "rats," sensing the weight of that immense shadow, trembled in the mud. A living light flowed, metal bled stars, as the steel chimera descended in silence.
From the bitter bed of betrayal, dragged into the abyss, she emerged—the princess who once was, pride in shattered pieces, a shadow among shadows, banished from her kingdom. But from the dense veil of darkness, an unfathomable presence plucked her from the very end, a stubborn spark that resisted extinction.
Nameless in the annals, Outsider or Golem, dark herald, on the brink of the abyss of her own being, she rose. A silent guardian, an unbreakable bastion that forged her anew. Piece by piece, with a science that whispers secrets from distant stars across the cosmos. Now she is part of a milestone, of an arcane mission; it opened the threshold to unparalleled opportunity.