Placeholder: The altar groans again as something rises from the stone. A skeleton—but not one of mere bones. This is no natural corpse left to rot in the dirt. This is something unnatural, something forged by dark power and sustained by unknown sorcery. The skeleton is wrapped in tattered, ancient cloth, rust-colored with age and blood. Its bones are reinforced by crude iron plating, hammered into place with cruel black spikes that pierce the joints like war trophies. Its skull is crowned with a corroded hel The altar groans again as something rises from the stone. A skeleton—but not one of mere bones. This is no natural corpse left to rot in the dirt. This is something unnatural, something forged by dark power and sustained by unknown sorcery. The skeleton is wrapped in tattered, ancient cloth, rust-colored with age and blood. Its bones are reinforced by crude iron plating, hammered into place with cruel black spikes that pierce the joints like war trophies. Its skull is crowned with a corroded hel

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The altar groans again as something rises from the stone. A skeleton—but not one of mere bones. This is no natural corpse left to rot in the dirt. This is something unnatural, something forged by dark power and sustained by unknown sorcery. The skeleton is wrapped in tattered, ancient cloth, rust-colored with age and blood. Its bones are reinforced by crude iron plating, hammered into place with cruel black spikes that pierce the joints like war trophies. Its skull is crowned with a corroded hel

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