The Ruin of the Obsidian Vanguard

The scorched earth of the battlefield is littered with the heavy wreckage of the iron construct and the silken remnants of the necromancer's attire. Among the bodies of the Clasp agents, hidden compartments in their leather gear have burst open, spilling illicit riches and arcane materials into the churned mud. The victory was hard-won, but the spoils reflect the high price paid in blood and iron during the clash with the syndicate's shadows.