As the whispers of Hazim’s obsession with the forbidden magic grew darker, so did his ambitions. He had crafted a towering monstrosity, an embodiment of his madness and malevolence, known as the Obsidian Colossus. This monstrous construct, a hulking behemoth of iron and blackened stone, was designed to be his ultimate avatar, the physical form through which he would wield unimaginable power. Seated upon his ornate throne within the shadowed depths of his palace, Hazim unfolded the ancient scroll containing the forbidden incantation. His trembling hands traced the runic symbols etched upon the parchment, each stroke echoing with an eerie, ominous resonance. As the words left his lips, the room trembled, and the Obsidian Colossus came to life, its eyes aglow with a malevolent fire. As his avatar eyes glowed, Hazim’s mad eyes closed forever leaving his body behind.

Yet, as the years unfolded, Hazim’s insatiable thirst for knowledge metamorphosed into a haunting obsession. He delved into forbidden tomes and ancient artifacts, seeking to harness the raw, untamed power of magic stones. It was said that his descent into madness began when he unearthed an enigmatic, shimmering stone of unparalleled potency.

Day by day, Hazim’s once-luminous mind grew clouded, and his creations became increasingly erratic. He poured his newfound, destructive power into crafting constructs imbued with these magical stones. With each creation, his sanity unraveled further, until he was no longer the wise sage but a mad wizard consumed by a manic fervor to build ever more powerful and malevolent machines.