The [Iron Maiden] loomed over the ruined square.
A towering construct of iron and steel, it stood nearly ten meters tall, its hulking frame covered in jagged plates that groaned with each movement.
From its massive shoulders extended two grotesquely long arms, each ending in pendulum-shaped blades that gleamed in the dim light.
Instead of legs, it rolled forward on a single iron sphere, the wheel beneath it grinding against the broken pavement.
But the most terrifying part wasn't its size.
It was the way it rotated.
When its torso twisted, the pendulum arms swung outward with devastating reach, cutting through buildings like paper, sweeping streets clean of fleeing civilians.
Every rotation was a storm of destruction.
Walls crumbled, and screams were silenced in an instant.
This was why these bosses were feared more than anything else.
Not because you needed to hide from them, but because they made hiding impossible.
