The eight-sided obsidian pillar wrenched itself free of the ground and began drifting forward, slowly spinning. Fused to the top of the pillar was a wide helmet of dark metal and obsidian, from inside glared a faintly glowing red eye. Somehow, its hatred was palpable and it quickly began casting bolts of black fire at us.
Octagon CR 8 (4,800 XP)
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