On the frozen snowfield, amid billowing plumes of steam, a colossal beast gradually emerged through the blizzard. It looked like a heap of wood and iron haphazardly pieced together, with no aesthetic appeal whatsoever.
Whether it could even move was beside the point. It was already astonishing that such a structure could hold its shape.
At the front was a gigantic steel grin, with a red tongue made of machinery inside.
Below it, four mechanical legs resembling chicken feet moved in alternation. They looked terribly spindly compared to the thing they supported, making it hard not to wonder whether they could bear the weight of the colossal mass above.
Legend has it that a mysterious being in a castle weaves the fate of mankind.
He is the origin of the Brotherhood,
the founder of Hogwarts,
King Arthur's mentor,
and the source of magic...
