Glitter Gatherer—a wicked marvel of arcane engineering—was forged in the shadowed depths of a crumbling obsidian spire, its every cog and rune attuned to the will of a power-hungry sorcerer. This infernal device, equal parts relic and weapon, traps living pixies within its crystal chambers, their luminous wings beating against the glass in vain protest.

As their magic is siphoned, the air fills with a haunting shimmer—refined into a potent dust that glows like fallen stars. With a single injection, the dust bestows the fleeting gift of flight, letting its wielder soar above the battlefield like a god of storm and shadow. But the price? Each burst of power drains another flicker of fey life. And the Glitter Gatherer is always hungry.

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