Ori watched Tess saunter back into the trees, then stood, brushed down his jeans, and turned for the cabin. The memory of the encounter still burned through him, the heat pooling in his groin, turning the walk into a trial.

He smirked as Ruenne'del's presence brushed the bond. Echoes of his arousal reflected in her emotions, close enough to track if he was willing to focus and following that whim, instead of returning to the cabin, he slipped deeper into the forest. The closer he drew, the more layered her feelings became. When he teased the knot apart, he could sense: arousal, jealousy, excitement, determination, rebellion, satisfaction, pride and a swelling anticipation that told him she knew he was near, he was approaching, and he was keen to play.

Twilight's sunset turned the sky slate grey, laying a chill gloom over the wood that might have put others on edge.

So intent was he on the bond that he only belatedly noticed the forest had changed. Now, every step revealed small wonders: astral-coloured flowers that shouldn't exist now pivoted to face him as he walked by, while Prismatic mushroom caps exhaled drifting spores that lit the air.

So widespread was this effect that Ori knew something had changed.

Their woodland lessons together in presence and Glamour had shown him what Ruenne'del could do. She had turned her sword into a tree-felling extension of herself, restyled garments on a whim, and transmuted plants and small animals into forms more vivid and eccentric than their originals. As opposed to superficial illusions, Ruenne'del's Glamour created true alterations, reaching down into the soul of a thing and even changing how the Library of Fates recognised it.

But until now, her Glamour had been a limited magic, an effect that could change a small patch of land, a single creature or entity at a time. But as Ori looked around, and as he felt her pride over the bond, he remembered one of Rue's off-handed comments, an answer in response to his question on unified characteristics, a single, short sentence that had stuck out to him then, and even more so now.

"I have Aura and Foresight, soon I will have more."

As a Princess of the Seelie Court, she carried a naturally high Presence, and her share of Grace only magnified the effect. Alongside her dual two-fold unifications, Foresight (Intelligence + Perception) and Aura (Presence + Spirit), Ori had speculated she may have been close to binding them into a four-fold characteristic akin to his Domain.

He could feel its imprint in the wood around him. Where his Domain was a deliberate, well-defined instrument that controlled magic with conscious thought, Ruenne'del's new power seemed to magnify her Glamour and let it seep through her Aura, shaping regions of land almost without effort.

The deeper he walked, the stronger it became. Moss flushed to a tender pink. A dreamlike tint settled over trunks and leaves. She was close. That playful edge humming along the bond told him she was hiding, enjoying a little retribution for his recent neglect.

"Fine. Ready or not, here I come." Ori grinned.

Before, with Domain alone, he might have had a fair chance of piercing her presence inversion. After this breakthrough, he suspected the only way to find her was to play by her rules, which meant using Glamour.

He centred himself and eased the finely tuned restraint over his Presence. Unlike Ruenne'del's talent for invisibility, he had used that restraint to blend rather than vanish. She had been a terrible teacher in the ordinary sense, but through the bond and her unwavering belief that he could master whatever he set his mind to, he had persisted. His understanding of Presence had grown through their lessons, experiments and games. Games such as tag, bending branches to obstruct or hold, and Find and Seek, with Ori being a far better seeker than he could ever be as the one sought.

The world stilled as he exhaled. He rolled his shoulders, loosened his muscles, and let a playful resolve soften his stance. Aura of the Progenitor unfurled, its nimbus muted, flickering now and then as he allowed his mood to tint the air around him with prismatic flashes of light.

He let want and intent bleed into fate, guiding the hunt at an unhurried pace. Petals canted towards him like tiny compasses, spores drifted in spirals that suggested a path. The forest itself seemed to conspire with him, until he felt her smile gather just behind his shoulder.

He reached out and, despite the distance and the geometry his conscious mind insisted made the grab impossible, his hand closed around a forearm.

Presence Inversion broke, a breath hitched in delight, and silver eyes drank in the sight before him.

Instead of her usual travel sweater, a sheer, near-translucent babydoll nightie hung loosely on her petite frame. Her wings glimmered with tiny fireflies. Vivid fuchsia hair framed wide eyes with the intensity he had long come to love, and the lightest smirk was the only hint of the whirlwind of arousal flooding the bond.

Ruenne'del gasped again as Ori turned her and pressed her firmly against the tree she had been leaning on.

"Found you," he whispered into her pointed ear as he leaned in. His kiss on her neck was as much bite as lick, his restraint held only by his desire to indulge his little, bratty princess.

"You thought it would be this easy?" she groaned as he kissed her, then shoved back into him and vanished in a wispy cloud of blue smoke. "Claim me properly, or I'll hide all night."

Her voice lingered with the mist as Ori looked around, a mix of wonder and frustration on his face.

"Oh, it's on," he shot back, his slow smile taking on a sadistic edge upon her challenge.

He stalked through the forest, his shirt flashing into his storage ring as a raw, predatory desire took hold. His logical mind, burdened by archmagic and obligation, fell quiet. Even his hold on his own goals, that aspirational future version of himself, seemed to evaporate in favour of the needs of his present.

Deep down, Ori had always suspected there was more behind Ruenne'del's faith in his ability to use Glamour. Unlike other paracausal forces with clear rules, costs, and outcomes, Glamour felt closer to dreaming —something that should not exist in reality, something his conscious, logical mind resisted. He had never wanted to challenge that boundary until now.

Bondweaver, Wandsmith, White Mage, Duælist. His classes were how he acted upon the world, but they were not the sum of who he was. He had chosen to evolve into the High Human, and with it had come a clearer view of his core nature.

The world flexed.

The neon, dreamlike forest sharpened, becoming at once more real and more grounded. Presence rose from within. Rather than use Glamour like a fae to trick and obfuscate, he would wield it as a High Human, bending the world to meet him even as he refined himself.

His Presence changed, subtle at first, until it became overwhelming, as if he were taller or more imposing, though nothing physical had altered. Fate itself seemed to warp around his presence, the Library of Fates tugging at him to advance with renewed insistence.

His steps grew firmer, as if he strode on brick and stone instead of moss and loam. Wherever his gaze moved, reality clarified, confirmed, and shifted a fraction toward his needs and expectations.

He no longer needed the bond to find her, nor did direction matter. Like a dream made solid, he rounded a particularly broad trunk and there she was, her back against another tree, expression provocative, eyes daring him to possess her. He moved, one step closed the distance, one hand tilted her chin while the other slipped behind to hold her waist. Before fae Glamour could drift her away like smoke, his will denied the inversion of Fate. Dream or reality, Glamour or not, the High Human had long ago decided that if no place in this realm would suit him, he would remake it, or build another that did.

"Took you long enough," Ruenne'del gasped with excitement, as Ori claimed her lips.

His arm slid from her waist, palm firm on the bare skin beneath the nightie. Her ass was a rounded bubble-butt, usually hidden under the thick travel clothes she wore. Now, as his hand roamed the smooth, taut curve, he met no obstruction and cared little whether that was his will or hers.

She gasped into the kiss when his touch became a hard squeeze. He lifted her, and her legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed her to the tree. Phantom hands restrained and caressed, as his need to touch her could not be satisfied by only the limbs he was born with. His belt unbuckled, his trousers fell, and sensing her hunger, he eased his hold so she could slip to her knees.

He groaned as her mouth took the tip of his cock, already iron-hard and swollen with need. Fine fingers stroked and pumped while her eyes looked up at him, devotion and passion turning devious as his release neared.

"Don't you d—"

Then she bit him, playful but firm enough to draw a hiss, and vanished into smoke again. Ori's frustration broke into a low, dangerous laugh.

Kicking his trousers clear, he stalked through the trees with a single thought in mind. A flicker of fae wings gave her away. One more step, and he had her. Reach of the Progenitor holding her still, all four limbs splayed as she hung suspended in the air. Defiance and expectation played across her face, but she could not hide the delight in her eyes, the thrill of having truly ruffled him and the eager anticipation of his revenge.

"I dare. Do you?"

Her wings twitched. Her chest rose and fell with excitement. Roughly, Ori tugged down the hem of her nightdress, letting the night air pebble her pink nipples. Moving behind, he lifted the hem to bare her ass, then, with no further preamble, guided himself into her sodden pussy and thrust.

"Mhhmmmmah."

She grunted and groaned, suspended and unable to do more than wriggle and push back as he took her hard from behind. His grip was firm at her waist, while another hand closed over her breasts, pinching hard as their releases amplified and built through the bond.

"Mhmmmm, is this it?" she whined, squealing when Ori bit the tip of her ear in reply. She clenched around him, shivering in expectation as, instead of words, something dark slid from Ori across their bond.

His thrusts grew faster, deeper, as she came. Heedless of her oversensitivity or the cacophony of feedback, Ori chased his own release, driving deeper, claiming her as thoroughly as he could until he spilt inside her. Rope after rope of cum pulsed through his cock as he imagined painting her insides white, his Glamour warping the sensation of receiving his seed into something that made her wings hum against his chest, her back arch, and her quim quiver with an orgasm more intense than the last.

He pulled out, still hard and hungry, his desire and reprisal only just begun. Then he felt a faint presence, someone familiar watching from what they thought was cover. He pushed the concern aside for later, fixing on the runaway fairy before him. Rough fingers worked her, slick with their mingled spend, sliding from one entrance to the other, circling the rosebud above.

She hitched, gasped, then whimpered as one finger, then a second, pushed into her asshole. He revelled in the twitch and tighten of her ring. With his other hand at her breasts, he felt her heart race and her breath climb into heavy gasps as he returned her bite with another at her ear.

All the teasing, the games, the attention-seeking, had led to this: a loosening of his inhibitions and restraint, his focus turned solely to his desire for her. Provoked just enough, Ori's darker urge to possess overrode his default wish to please, nurture and grow.

"I dare," he growled.

Guiding himself to her ass, he pressed in, slow, firm and insistent, and she hissed at his thrust. He felt himself push through the tight ring of her sphincter. The sensations were tighter and the angles less forgiving as each shallow thrust took him deeper. She turned to him then, eyes wild with incredulity, then squeezed them shut as another stroke inched him closer to bottoming out.

"I dare to claim you, Ruenne'del," Ori growled, "in all the ways you can be claimed."

"Then claim me. Ruin me," Ruenne'del gasped, then squealed as Ori's Glamour, informed by the nature of his affinities, transformed the world. Life coaxed vines from the forest floor to wrap her like ropes, while the air shimmered with astral light. Sparks crackled across her skin, electrifying nerves until every inch of her body hummed with his power. His hands were ravenous even as they healed, his need to feel and consume every part of her feeding their shared loop of desire.

It was overwhelming. Ori—fighting against his own release as she came and shattered around him, over and over again.

"Please, you're breaking me, break me," Ruenne'del babbled, her words delirious, his thrusts into her ass growing harder and firmer, safe in the knowledge that she was strong and he could feel her pleasure over the bond.

With his Soulcraft feeding his Glamour, Ori threw caution to the wind as Weal and Woe of the Leanan Sídhe rose to the third rank.

He came, the world turning white as he exploded within her rear.

Ruenne'del convulsed, her wings a buzzing blur as a final orgasm shattered her consciousness. His vines held her up before she could fall.

Shaking his head and dazed by the intensity of his actions, a sharp post-nut clarity cut through his mind. He turned to the interloper. From dozens of yards away, Glamour called up the same vines to restrain them before he hefted the unconscious, drooling fairy over his shoulder.

Naked, he confronted a terrified Tess peering from behind a tree. Vines cinched her waist as she stood frozen, eyes wide, flicking between his face, the limp fairy on his shoulder, and his cock, still slick with their recent heat.

"I thought we handled your… needs just now?"

"I—I just got turned around in the forest. Didn't mean to—" Her gaze dropped again, lingering on his cock, still hard in the cool air. Ori considered. An experienced elven hunter would not lose her way in her own woods without help. He chuckled, stepped forward, allowed his Glamour to loosen its hold on her, then pulled her into a kiss.

She gasped when it ended. In her eyes, he saw confusion and fear, but stronger still a hungry excitement for something she would never ask for. Without the certainty of a bond, he could only speculate upon her thoughts, yet she had already asked him to set the pace. He chose not to second-guess his instincts.

"You can touch it if you want," Ori said, as her eyes drifted down to his cock once more. He guided her hesitant hands to him. Her fingers wrapped around his length, tentative and light as she explored. He answered with encouraging kisses. Sparks danced along her skin, and Tess shivered and gasped, tasting a fraction of what Ruenne'del had just endured.

"You've made me—" she gasped, shuddering under phantom touches, her voice plaintive, accusatory. "You've made me so wanton."

"It's okay," Ori chuckled softly, flattered by her desire. "I'm here. Let me take care of you."

With his free hand, he undid the top button of her hot pants, slipped inside, and stroked the entrance of her sex. Like Harriet and Poppy, she was smooth and hairless. Her underwear was sodden, her molten core a swampy heat. She curled into him, his cock forgotten as he circled her vulva, fingers gliding over her hot, needy pussy in slow, firm loops. Phantom hands cupped her ass and waist, another reached inside her top to fondle her breasts while Glamour set her skin tingling.

Ori knew taking it further would forge their Taurna'diem, and while he was sure she wanted it as much as he did, now was not the time. Even so, the edges of their souls crashed together with each crest of her oncoming climax.

Still, the Bondweaver in him was unsatisfied. Instinctively, he shaped a new kind of bond within himself, a tentative, gossamer thread, a possessive marker that bore no obligation, demanded no promise, and placed no burden beyond the Bondweaver's interest. He offered that mark to Tess's soul with a kiss, and she accepted it greedily.

"Ori, I'm going to… please, I'm going to cum again." Her voice was breathy as she buckled against his chest.

"Then come for me, Tess," he whispered, taking the tip of her ear into his mouth and sucking.

Overwhelmed by the force of her orgasm, Tess's legs folded. Phantom hands caught another of his bonded before she could fall, and moments later, Ori was walking through the forest, a dishevelled elf and a fairy over his shoulders, his Glamour cleaning up their respective states using Purifying Light, while dressing his lower half in the jeans he had stowed in his storage ring, as he made his way back to Strafhollow.

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Placing the senseless Tess and Rue on the makeshift bed in his bedroom, Ori inspected the changes made to the room in his absence. Clearly, the couple he had helped the day before had made good on their promise with an abundance of throws, rugs, fluffy blankets and more, enough to carpet a bedroom large enough to host a couple of king-size beds.

After a quick message to Freya and Seraphine, Ori joined them in sleep, drifting into the astral to meet his bonds in the dreaming.

With his mind split, Ori visited Poppy and Raven, but after failing to find Harriet's latest dream, he considered what to do with the last of his astral doppelgangers. Curiosity more than desire drove him. He had rarely considered it before, given her constant proximity, but knowing that as a fae she was as adept in the astral as any, Ori decided to follow the threads of his Leanan Sídhe bond into her dream.

Despite her sleeping beside him in the waking world, the distance from his astral moonscape to Ruenne'del's dream seemed vast. In a formless journey that felt like hours, words drifted towards him as he drew near.

"He shattered me, Kayleigh." The raspy teasing voice was one he knew. It grew clearer as he approached the dream. "Mind, flesh and soul. Our beloved ruined me more than I've ever been ruined before, then reforged the pieces to better fit his shape."

"I am not one to be aroused by jealousy, dragonfly," a new, wholly unfamiliar voice replied. It carried a supernatural regal chill, born as much of sternness as of the intensity of the magics bound within.

"Words say one thing, while your heart says another. Even now, it races."

"Little dragonfly, why do you torment me so? Is it not enough that I have allowed this dalliance? Must you wound me with such a comparison?"

"My love, he is not a mere dalliance; he is our Fate. Your fate. To be broken just as thoroughly under his—"

The voices stopped as Ori found himself in a lush, palatial bedroom, with see-through satin drapes veiling the sides of a massive four-poster bed. Ruffled pristine, silken sheets barely covered two half-naked fairies. One, with vivid pink hair, turned towards him with a familiar half-smirk; even here, he felt her excitement through the bond, emotions so clear they were almost thoughts, and though surprised, she did not seem displeased by his intrusion.

"Hi," Ori said, returning Ruenne'del's smirk.

Beside her lay another fairy. At first, piercing blue needles of pure ice were all his mind could grasp of her beauty. Then came an expanse of white skin, and fairy wings and snow-white hair so pure it shone like morning frost. His smirk fell slack, momentarily overwhelmed by the vision of perfection before him.

"You!" From confusion to an icy fury, she growled, her voice low with rising danger. "This is my dream, and you are not welcome. Now, fuck off!" With a flick of her wrist, Ori was thrown out of the dream.

He could have resisted, but he knew he was in the wrong. He had followed Ruenne'del's presence into someone else's dream, intruding on a private moment of peace between two lovers.

Despite the frosty reception, Ori now felt an odd anticipation rather than dread at the thought of meeting Kayleigh Winterscorn in the future, the woman to whom he had inadvertently betrothed himself by his bond to the Leanan Sídhe.

"Am I really that shallow?" he wondered in the dreaming, then laughed softly. "But yeah, she was really fit!"

Dawn filtered through trees to the small glass porthole Ori had set into the roof. Tess slept on, curled against him, while Ruenne'del twitched faintly on his other side.

Raven had been ecstatic to hear that, with his Leanan Sídhe bond risen to the third rank, it would be weeks at most before he could summon her. Back on earth, word had spread of her exploits with Uriel's gift: the terminally ill boy her doctor had healed overnight had become a viral sensation that both delighted and alarmed the shadow elementalist. Thankfully, she had kept out of the limelight, despite rumours and conspiracy theories linking the incident, by degrees of separation, to one of the most famous of the PMR Cohort.

Their dream ended with kisses, instructions and promises, as Raven prepared to shower her parents with love and attention before her departure.

Poppy's dream blended excited gossip with magic training. Her interest in his sexual exploits was as keen as ever. For her, it was less about arousal, though that often followed, and more about vindication: a validation that perhaps sprang from insecurities or trauma from her past relationship, an intense need to know that others found her man just as worthy as she did. It was shallow in a way, yet those very flaws drew him in as deeply as her elven grace, beauty and joyful spirit.

In the morning quiet, Ori checked the changes to his Page in the Library of Fates. His Mana, Wisdom and Intelligence had doubled again while his Breath had shrunk. More Lifeforce than a hundred Nascent rankers could ever need still coursed through him, though he could feel the reduction.

His Graceless Infernal Deathclock continued to count down, the spectre of a mundane death now less troublesome than the curse's consumption of Grace. Even so, it was something he'd have to solve much sooner than the seven hundred days remaining would suggest. Meanwhile, his encounter with the Name Eater cast a shadow over his sanguine outlook. Without the pressure and urgency of that burden, Ori could imagine losing himself here, drifting through years in this sleepy region far away from the obligations of places closer to The Path.

It was more than an irritation to be tasked with facing the curse elemental as a fear over a death more complete and terrifying than he wanted to contemplate darkened his thoughts, but he knew that by completing this challenge, he would prove to himself that he was strong enough to reveal himself, at least in part, and move more or less unhindered through Fate.

He laid out the next few weeks in his mind: a stretch of intensive magic training with the goal of learning to fly, before a trip to the city of Dremsway for books to broaden his enchanting repertoire. Ruenne'del had set a window of about a week for their move against the flesh traders, and though she had barred him from direct conflict, he still had a role to play, a trap to unpick in the background, while his bonded fought the demons and Tess completed her Trial of Radiance.

Beyond that lay trips to Aether rifts and to Thornecross, the inheritance site, with hopes of adding another teammate to his battle harem.

With his plans set, Ori eased himself from the bed while summoning Lucas through their bond for a flight into the wilds.

Name:

Ori Suba

Titles:

Titled: High Redeemer (Legendary) **Shrouded** (Minor Soulcraft of the Herald of the Bondweaver)

Accolades:

Titled: Bondweaver (Unique)

Titled: Duælist (Unique)

Titled: Progenitor (Unique)

Titled: Hamonic Advanced (Unique)

Titled: High Redeemer (Legendary)

Blessing of a Prime Dragon (Legendary)

Guest of the Library of Fates (Legendary)

Mortal Journeyman White Mage (Legendary)

Mortal four-fold unification: Domain (Legendary)

Titled: Hlēo'þorbēon Undantēon (Legendary)

Titled: Infernal Redeemer (Legendary)

Mortal two-fold unification: Polydexterity (Very Rare)

Mortal High Enchanter (Very Rare)

Quintarch (Very Rare)

Titled: Summoned Hero (Very Rare)

Titled: Saviour of Astor (Rare)

Age:

Adult (23 Sols)

Race:

High Human* (variant unknown)

Rank:

Nascent* (Irregular)

Level:

48

Peritia:

1.01B

/105M (to next level)

/73.3M (to next characteristic point)

/1,1B (to next racial evolution)

Classes and Spell Constellations (4/4)

White Mage (Journeyman)

Wandsmith (High)

Duælist (Entity)

Bondweaver (Entity)

2/9/10

2/9/10

2/8/10

2/4/10

Signature

Starfield

Core (7*(6*)/8)

Channel Lightning, Prismatic Shield, Duælist's Weave*, Echo Forging, Channel Restoration, Arcane Hand (Freya), Prismatic Smite

Inner (/30)

Call Lightning, Chain Lightning, Moonbeam, Prismatic Weapon, Purifying Light, Greater Stun, Mind over Mind, Mind over Motion, Mirror Protection, Beacon of Regeneration, Death Ward, Cure Wounds, Void Dance (Poppy), Law of Radiance, Lesser Mind over Magic, Trial of Radiance, Radiant Step, Prismatic Mist, Greater Feather Fall

Outer (/40)

- Dreamwalking

- Light Field

- Lesser Recall

- Silvan Whittling

- Sina'lithilien

- Spectral Voice

- Spirit Lathe

- Taurna'dieh

- Whisper

Skills and Abilities:

Curse Inversion

Glamour

Domain

Pseudo-Soul Domain (Envelop, Blade)

Split Mind

Multifocal Casting

Summon Artefact

Summon Familiar

Summon Warlock

Progenitor (Vision of the Progenitor, Reach of the Progenitor, Aura of the Progenitor)

Bondweaver (Taurna'diem, Familiar, Warlock, Trial of Radiance)

Aethermancy (Devour Rift, Aether Warp)

Boon: One Thousand Tongues of the Greater Succubus: (542 out of 1000 languages remaining)

Characteristics:

Dexterity:

Unified (3158)

Domain:

593

Intelligence:

37,798

Perception:

Unified (58,012)

Polydexterity:

316

Presence:

Unified (54,854)

Spirit

Unified (54,854)

Strength

304

Toughness

510

Vitality

628

Will

Unified (109,707)

Wisdom

31,640

Statistics:

Aetheric Capacity:

73

Soul Bonds (Soul Capacity: 996/15600)

Taurna'diem (12): Poppy, Serracent of Luinilthar Harriet, Anoriel Thalionwen Luinilthar Familiar (10): Freya Creisidottir Lysara

Lucas Weal and Woe of the Leanan Sídhe (iii) (500): Ruenne'del Tuatha Dé Danann Warlock (400): Chloe "Raven" Kumar

Artefacts (7):

Prototype Array of Duælism Seraphine's Beacon Dreamwalkers' Lesser Aegis Felsner, Awakened Estoc of the Piercing Void Failsafe Stone Faildeadly Stone

Mana Capacity:

1.41 million

Mana per second:

33.1 billion

Breath Capacity:

5

Breath per Hour:

9

Grace:

0 (1,105)

Lifeforce Capacity:

1,000 (83,023)

Lifeforce per day:

116,696

Domain Radius:

5,929 yards

Inherent Affinity: (name - rank - comprehension lvl)

Cosmic - Transcendent - Integration (3rd) Flux - Irregular - Integration (3rd) Mana - Primordial - Integration (3rd) Wands - Sovereign - Threshold (1st) Duælism - Irregular - Integration (3rd) Soulcraft - Irregular - Integration (3rd) Altus - Irregular - Threshold (1st)

Attained Affinities: (name - rank - comprehension lvl)

- Abyssal - Primordial - Immersion (2nd)

- Aether - Primordial - Integration (3rd)

- Astral - Primordial - Integration (3rd)

- Celestial - Primordial - Integration (3rd)

- Fate - Irregular - Threshold (1st)

- Freedom - Irregular - Threshold (1st)

- Material - Primordial - Immersion (2nd)

- Life - Sovereign - Immersion (2nd)

- Moonlight - Sovereign - Threshold (1st)

- Air - Greater - Threshold (1st)

- Modern Warfare - Irregular - Threshold (1st)

- Quintessence - Transcendent - Immersion (2nd)

- Void - Primordial - Integration (3rd)

Traits:

Boon: One Thousand Tongues of the Greater Succubus

Duælist

Bondweaver

Boon: Blessing of the Prime Dragon

Progenitor

White Mage

Wandsmith

Attack as you Defend

Invariant Bonds

Boon: Minor Blessing of Summer's Fortune

Infernal Redeemer

Infernal Blood Sense

High Redeemer

Harbinger of Redemption

Architect of Ruin

Afflictions

Weal and Woe of the Leanan Sídhe (iii)

Divine Curse: Graceless Infernal Deathclock

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