On a frozen tundra, through the billowing steam and blinding blizzard, the shape of a colossal beast slowly emerges.

A grotesque construct seemingly cobbled together from wood and iron, devoid of any sense of beauty or design. Whether it can even move is a mystery—it’s a wonder it holds together at all.

At the front is a massive steel face locked in a twisted grin, with a red mechanical tongue lurking inside its maw.

Below, four claw-like mechanical legs—thin and bird-like—stride awkwardly through the snow, barely supporting the towering monstrosity above. Their fragility is alarming against the beast’s massive frame.

They say, deep within the fortress, a mysterious figure dwells… weaving the fate of all who live.