LegendGames Tree of Woe - Trench crusade shrine

(part of our Trench Crusade Complete Battleied Accessories Set for better value) Brothers of the Mire… Look ye upon the Tree of Woe, and despair not—though its roots drink sorrow, its branches bear redemption. Once it was a living thing of God’s creation, green and fair, untouched by shell or sin. But as the guns thundered and the earth broke open, the Tree stood defiant. It watched the world die and did not bend. The fire scorched it, the shrapnel tore it, and the blood of martyrs fed its roots. Now it stands blackened and holy—a relic of agony, sanctified by suffering. See how the bark is carved by bayonets and nails; each wound a prayer offered to the Machine Saint, each hanging corpse a testament to devotion unyielding. Their bones rattle when the wind passes—listen!—that is the hymn of the fallen, a choir of iron throats and hollow hope. They sing not of peace, but of endurance. Kneel in the mud, brothers. Press your hands to the roots. Feel the warmth beneath—that is not rot, but faith smouldering still. For every man who dies upon this tree, another soul is reforged in the furnace of despair. Thus the crusade endures. Thus the will of Heaven is proven. So carry your rifles, your relics, your grief. March through the wire and the ruin, eyes fixed upon that dreadful silhouette against the ash-choked sky. And when the shells fall and the world is unmade again, remember this: From the Tree of Woe blossoms salvation. From agony, divinity. From the trench, eternity.