Wizard Prison Pt. 4

Gaze upon the spiked rock suspended in the void, its jagged edges casting ominous shadows against the ethereal glow of the purple sky. Giant hands claw at the rocky surface, their grasp futile against the inscrutable forces that bind them to this otherworldly realm. Fingers pierce through the stone, reaching out with an eerie sense of purpose as if guided by unseen forces. Amidst this surreal tableau stands the Fallen Angel of Atrophy, a spectral guardian whose presence looms over the abyss like a harbinger of doom.