black coach - undead - warmachine

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The mysterious figure emerged from the shadows, dressed in a long, black coat that seemed to swallow his entire frame. His eyes were sunken and gray, like two empty pits that stared out from beneath a hood that cast a dark silhouette on the ground. But it was not the undead who stood before me - nor a Warmachine for that matter. This was something else entirely, a man driven by a singular focus that seemed to burn within him like an inner fire.