Gerta Bokart

Gerta Bokart (32mm) pre-supported The axe in Gerta's hand was an extension of her will, a crescent moon of polished steel stained with the history of her feasts. It was not a tool of war, but of harvest. Her left eye was a hollow of ruined flesh, a silent testament to a past she had long since consumed, but her right eye burned with a cold, crimson hunger that missed nothing. The grotesque helmet she wore, a heavy thing of blackened iron, sprouted four twisted horns that speared towards the sky…

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