Destroyer

Under crumbling cliffs of the Breria, a hulking figure emerges: the Destroyer. Fists sheathed in stone-reinforced gauntlets, spine broad as broken ridge, roar deep enough to shake loose gravel. With a single swing, walls splinter; battlements shatter; gate timbers crash under the weight.   Villagers flee behind half-collapsed houses; dust clouds swallow lanes. The Destroyer advances, unhurried but unstoppable, each footstep a promise of ruin. Rain of rubble rains down; defenders scramble to plug gaps. By the time dusk claims the sky, what once stood as shelter is rubble—and fear reigns where bones of old walls rest.