Skeleton Minotaur

Stone flies. Dust swallows the room.And through it steps a tower of bone—with horns wide enough to scrape the walls clean.It doesn’t growl. It doesn’t speak.It was summoned for one reason:To destroy whatever still breathes. The mage was mid-sentence when the wall broke. Not the door. Not a creaking hinge. Just stone collapsing inward and a pair of massive skeletal horns shoving through the dust.It ducked into the room like it barely fit, ribcage scraping the top of the arch. Then it stood. Towering. Hollow. And very, very angry.Not rage from memory. Rage from command.Someone brought it back—to smash anything with a pulse.The Labyrinth Ghost – Wandering the same turns it once knew, now guarding secrets it can't remember.Necromancer’s Guardian – Dropped like a bony anvil between your party and the ritual chamber.Arena Horror – Caged in the underlevels. The bell tolls once.Glyphbound Sentinel – Bound to the floor itself, unmoving until the party steps wrong.This isn’t something you sn