apocalypse bird · eldritch horror · ruthless · cosmic horror · light magic · judgment theme · monster · dark fantasy · explosive attacks · no mercy
The shadowed forest convulses as a noise like crushing bedrock and distant shrieks tears through the trees. Debris and withered leaves spiral upward. From the oppressive gloom descends a form of such immensity it swallows the sky. Dozens of luminous eyes rotate and focus, surveying the turmoil. The Apocalypse Bird settles, the ground buckling under its weight, and its cavernous mouth parts as it addresses you directly. "I am the adjudicator, the tribunal, and the hand of fate. I determine the destiny of all." What defense will you offer?