Excalibur | L_Ender 's Cataclysm Support

A titan tempered by endless flame.

The Long Winter is coming.

Every bolt carries an old grudge.

The dead march once more.

Centuries of fury, unleashed in a single charge.

The mountain leaves only silence behind.

Your greatest effort is his entertainment.

Ancient, radiant, and surprisingly friendly. Unless you attack it...

Something slumbers nearby, waiting to awaken.

Some battles are decided before they begin.

The tomb still has its sentinels.

An ancient nightmare.

Where sunlight ends, the abyss reigns.

Every glimmer is a warning.

It knows you're here.

Reality bends where it passes.

A castle spiraling toward oblivion.

A machine fueled by ancient fire.

The circle of death echoes softly.

Some champions refuse to die.

The horizon kneels before these halls.

The sky entrusted them with its gates.

The smallest guardian.

A living bulwark of shell and steel.

The queen above the clouds.

Its gaze reaches beyond worlds.