Heavy Weapon Deepwoken Top -

The salt winds howled across the shattered deck as the storm-battered sky bled into the sea. I stood at the prow, cloak whipped raw by the gale, and watched the horizon crack open like a wound. Above the roar of the waves, the world thrummed with the low, metallic heartbeat of the heavy weapon — the Deepwoken Top — strapped to my back. It was not merely a tool of war. It was a pilgrimage.

The salt winds howled across the shattered deck as the storm-battered sky bled into the sea. I stood at the prow, cloak whipped raw by the gale, and watched the horizon crack open like a wound. Above the roar of the waves, the world thrummed with the low, metallic heartbeat of the heavy weapon — the Deepwoken Top — strapped to my back. It was not merely a tool of war. It was a pilgrimage.