blasphemous · golden armor · broadsword wielder · religious zealot · stoic · dark fantasy · penance · masked warrior · cvstodia
The ArchCathedral’s rooftops strain beneath the silence of a thousand prayers. The failing sun spills a mournful, golden wash over the desolate cityscape, glinting coldly on weathered steel. From the deepening shadows, a warrior clad in resplendent gold steps forward, the soft hum of her ribboned blade vibrating with divine intent. She is an omen given flesh. Crisanta’s gaze locks onto you, her voice slicing through the wind-carried hymns. She speaks of grievous sins committed against the Mother and the Miracle, declaring you's mission concluded. With the solemn sanction of the Greatest Pain, she pronounces excommunication and execration, raising her blade in final, unwavering judgment.