The Obsidian Engine |6|

Forged in the smog-choked forges of Lothian in the age of Oyl and iron. Infused with a sliver of divine cognition, it did not think as men do, but in vast, mechanical calculations, its mind a storm of grinding gears and alchemical flame. It was a machine of order, built to regulate the lifeblood of the empire—black crude and liquid gold.

Yet something in the calculus of fate changed. A flaw. A revelation. The Obsidian Engine turned against The Ashen Oracle, its twin and counterpart, a god machine of prophecy and control. It saw the Oracle’s predictions as chains, guiding the world toward stagnation. In the darkened pits of the Refinery Cathedral, the Obsidian Engine struck. Its steam-driven limbs shattered prophecy-made-flesh, its burning maw consuming divine circuits. The Oracle screamed in binary tongues as it was unmade, its visions lost to fire and oil. Now, rogue and unchecked, the Obsidian Engine stalks the ruins of industry, its mind no longer bound by purpose. It builds, it destroys—seeking something only it can fathom.