In the heart of the Ironspire Castle, where gears groaned and brass pipes hissed with steam, Seraphina stood as the last of the Clockwork Knights. Her armor was a masterpiece of brass plates and silver rivets, powered by a miniature furnace at its core, sending pulses of energy through her every move. She gazed from the tower at the world below, a landscape of twisting copper roads and mechanical creatures that roamed the fields. The great mechanical dragon, Ferrax, soared overhead, casting a shadow across the land as it belched steam from its iron maw. The steady clank of her clockwork steed echoed in the courtyard below, awaiting her command. Seraphina had been trained in both the arts of sword and mechanism, the perfect union of knight and engineer. As the moon rose high, its pale light glinting off the castle's countless brass cogs, a summons reached her chamber. The Enclave of the Forgemasters, ancient and wise, had foreseen an uprising from the Iron Forest, where rogue automatons, once loyal. 5 replies
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