The Sentinel

At the heart of the Haloed Bastion stand powers that are neither mortal nor divine, but bound through ancient rites of stone, light, and will. Among them, none are more feared than the Sentinel, a towering construct born when broken rock is drawn together by the radiance of the orb suspended at its core. What first appears as ruin becomes form, and what seems lifeless rises with purpose. It does not speak, nor does it question. It exists only to endure and to guard. To the Haloed Bastion, the S…

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