And yet, it gleams and shimmers in the night. Cold to the touch; containing multitudes none could even dream of, and maybe more yet. A past that needs to be fought for - one under active threat.

Stand proud, guardian. Keep your shoulders up, your posture straight. Perfect every aspect of your form - your voice, your wit, your throw. Sacrifices can - and will - be made. But nothing ever comes for free, does it? Even if they rip it from you - you'll claw your way back. Look, you're well on your way already.

- Visilthe Alphera -

The Scholar, The Critic and The Guardian

• Tier: I (8 Anima)
• Patron: Ciren'na
• Branch: Cursesmithy
• Cantrips: Minor Illusion, Purify
• Spells:
  • Tongue Tie
  • Scry
  • Paralysis Daemon
  • Polestar