The Vulture Cult Lord

Little of the man he once was remains. Steel sinew and whirring blades now answer where flesh and conscience once lived. Strategy holds no meaning for him—only slaughter, only the shriek of tearing armor and the spray of ruin across the battlefield. Allies keep their distance, enemies learn too late, and the Vulture Cult follows in his wake like carrion birds to a feast. He does not lead with orders. He leads with carnage.

Model includes the rock perch, but does not include a base.