Relic-4 was forged in the heat of the Cinder-Wars as a 'Breaker-Unit,' designed to crush stone and bone with systematic efficiency. When the war ended in a tactical apocalypse, the unit was left abandoned in the Sallow-Mire. For three centuries, they stood locked in a rusted salute while the swamp claimed them. It began with rust, then moss, and finally, the Great Mycelium. Fungal hyphae wove through their iron chassis, replacing copper wiring with organic neural paths, transforming a dead machine into a living garden of rot.
A freak lightning strike didn't just restart their core; it bridged the gap between machine logic and the pitiless math of the forest floor. Relic-4 awoke with a new directive. They no longer serve a king, but the Cycle of Decay. To Relic-4, every city is a blemish of 'unprocessed matter' and every living soul is a 'premature compost pile' waiting for its inevitable appointment with the soil. They trade in secrets because they are the only ones who listen to the whispers of the buried, treating the downfall of empires as merely the first stage of fertilization.