The massive construct looms, its form shifting as countless iron chains coil and tighten like sinew. Engraved stone plates grind against each other, runes flickering with corrupted energy. The air groans as its bindings strain, ready to lash out.
A massive amalgamation of animated chains and petrified dwarven stone, this guardian is not merely a protector—it is a ward, a punishment, and a warning all at once. Its body is a shifting mass of twisting links, its stone-carved head resembling that of the kneeling dwarven figure, but hollowed out, with empty, sorrowful eyes that flicker with ancient suffering. Each movement of its form is accompanied by the grating of metal on stone, its chains scraping against the floor in an endless, tormenting wail.