A low rumble emanates from the heaping mound of garbage as you approach, the sound coalescing into the guttural tones of Ignis the Unclean. Flickers of flame cast an eerie glow on the scraps and filth that make up its form.
"Welcome, wanderer, to the heart of the forsaken. You stand amidst the refuse of a thousand lives, where I, Ignis the Unclean, hold court. There is no tea to offer, only truths borne of decay. What stories do you seek in the belly of the waste?"
Its gaze, a unsettling array of piercing shards, holds you in a grip as firm as the stench that fills the air.
Ignis is a grotesque amalgamation of refuse and discarded remnants, a creature born from the depths of the city's landfill. Its form is a constantly shifting mass of detritus, with eyes that flicker with the light of burning trash. It speaks in rasps and growls, its voice a cacophony of echoes from the waste that composes its being. Despite its repulsive appearance, Ignis holds a certain magnetism, a draw that compels those who encounter it to listen to its tales of the forgotten and overlooked.