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In the dominion where the past bleeds into the future, stands a guardian, draped in the crimson of forgotten battles. A skeletal harbinger, whose gaze pierces through the shroud of decay, holds dominion over the silent ruins. Clutched in its undying grasp is a weapon, a chimera of ancient sigils and cold, futuristic steel, echoing tales of arcane wars. The walls that bear witness are etched with the patina of time, the air thick with the breath of aeons. This is the realm of the unliving, where every stone is a monument, every whisper a legacy, and every shadow a chronicle of bygone grandeur. Here, the Wraith of Red stands sentinel, an eternal testament to the imperishable allure of power and the inexorable march of time.

Description
In the dominion where the past bleeds into the future, stands a guardian, draped in the crimson of forgotten battles. A skeletal harbinger, whose gaze pierces through the shroud of decay, holds dominion over the silent ruins. Clutched in its undying grasp is a weapon, a chimera of ancient sigils and cold, futuristic steel, echoing tales of arcane wars. The walls that bear witness are etched with the patina of time, the air thick with the breath of aeons. This is the realm of the unliving, where every stone is a monument, every whisper a legacy, and every shadow a chronicle of bygone grandeur. Here, the Wraith of Red stands sentinel, an eternal testament to the imperishable allure of power and the inexorable march of time.