NECROCYBORG VOID THUNDERWYRM

Where the Illusionist is quiet, the Thunderwyrm is the opposite of subtle. It is raw electromagnetism given a body - power on a scale that once snuffed suns the way you would pinch out a candle, casual, without effort, without thought. That is what it was. That is what the Necrocyborgs took from it, and that is exactly how much they had to leave behind to make it carry. Because the binding is incomplete by necessity. You cannot drain a thing like this dry without unmaking the very power you wanted to harness. So a remnant still burns inside the iron - enough to flatten an army, never enough to be free - and the remnant has a single fixed intent. The instant the leash slips, it will turn on the Necrocyborgs first. Not the enemy. Not the battlefield. The ones who broke it. Its former followers, now its slavers, are the only thing it has wanted to kill since the day it was emptied into metal. The Necrocyborgs know this. They walk it onto the field anyway, because a god that hates you is