The chaos deepened as two grand magus stepped into the fray.
The first wore a long black cape covered in stitched bone fragments, every movement of his body making them rattle like chattering teeth. This was Veyrun the Bone Sculptor.
He extended both arms and began to chant in an ancient tongue. The ground trembled as veins of pale light spread outward from his feet, converging in a sigil of intricate bone runes. Moments later, the soil burst open, and from the depths rose a colossal legless skeleton — a hulking humanoid construct, its spine fused with monstrous ribs and its skull bound in engraved iron rings.
Each arm of the giant ended in massive bone maces, crafted from fused femurs and enchanted skulls, humming with dark resonance. The air grew thick with the scent of iron and ash.
