Rise Of The Immaterial Man

Insignia

The aftermath of our battle with the rogue was nothing short of catastrophic.

The once grand and luxurious halls of the mansion had been left in ruins, as if struck by a tempest of dark magic. Splintered pieces of furniture littered the ground, and the walls were scorched black with the residue of powerful spells.

It was as if a dragon had descended from the sky and unleashed its fury upon the building. The very air was thick with the scent of smoke and char, and the creaking crackles of destruction echoed hauntingly through the halls.

It was a grisly reminder of the power of the Rogue Immateria, who had wreaked havoc upon what would have once been a beautiful and peaceful place.

Everywhere I looked, evidence of his malevolent influence was apparent - shattered vases, broken mirrors and torn tapestries.

The most poignant sight was the way the floor had been singed with the outline of a great symbol.

The lines were scorched into the woodwork as if they had been seared into the ve