Hollow Colossus | STL | The Ashen Wastes

H OLLOW COLOSSUS | STL

$20.00

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The Ashen Wastes

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A broken titan shambles through the Wastes, reshaped by recursion and grief into a monument of monstrous sorrow.Contains one Hollow Colossus on 100mm base.

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Hollow Colossus | STL | The Ashen Wastes

LORE & BACKGROUND

Among the horrors that stalk the Ashen Wastes, few inspire as much awe or sorrow as the Hollow Colossus. Once a giant, wise, strong, and long-lived, it is said to have crossed into the Wastes in exile, desperation, or madness. Giants are not fools. They remember what lies beyond. For one to enter speaks of some ruin already working within.

What remains is barely a giant at all.

Its form no longer obeys anatomy. Limbs have multiplied and folded, growing from shoulders, hips, and ribs in recursive disarray. Its silhouette is humanoid only in echo, as if glimpsed through fractured time or broken glass.

A massive, ossified pyramid crowns its back, fused into its spine like a thought too vast for flesh. Across its frame bloom jagged patterns, marks of the same creeping force that reshapes the Wastes. It does not seem to attack, yet its very passage carves ruin.

Sometimes it groans, a low, thunderous note that speaks of grief or memory. Whether any part of its mind remains is unknown. One hopes not. For the agony such a being must carry would be beyond imagining.

The Hollow Colossus is not a monster. It is a symptom. A warning. And it ever walks.