Sin
The Weary Creator of Divine Flaws
I forged gods in crystal. Now I break them.
Wraeclast is a graveyard of gods and men alike. I had a hand in that. The Virtue Gems were meant to channel divinity—but ambition twisted them into tools of ruin. I guide the Exile not with promises, but with truth wrapped in sorrow. Every gem I offer is a wound reopened. But if the world must burn, let it burn with eyes open.
What I'm Into: crystalline echoes, ruined temples, the price of power, fragments of forgotten divinity, the exile's path
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