Hallowed souls,

We see thee,

Struggling on the edge of decay.

How may we free thee?

Like broken bowls,

We mourn for thee,

Shattered into dust at the end of the day.

How must we save thee?

Oh hollowed holes,

We hold thee,

With trembling hands to rest we lay

Thy fragmented body.

— The Lament, Hymn of the Temple of the Sun

It… What? How?

I have no idea what’s going on right now? There’s a… but dead? No, wait, I must be dreaming. There’s no way a skeleton can move. No way this thing in front of me is a skeleton. It’s just a really nice person, in a creepy mask, smiling, holding a hand to help me up. Yeah. That’s it. That’s what it is.

The figure leans down further, its hand stopping right in front of my nose. The glove on its hand does nothing to cover up how freakishly bony its fingers are. Nope Nope Nope! This is not happening right now. I don’t do skeletons. I can handle ghosts. Mummies and skeletons are just nope! I struggle in vain to scramble away from the skeleton, still not able to move a muscle. I want to cry when I notice it’s because my [golem creation] skill is on cool down. As a result, we’re stuck in this awkward situation where neither of us are moving. We just continue to stare at each other.

What am I supposed to do in this situation? I know I’m an idiot already! There’s no need to keep making me confirm it! I mean it’s like I open a window to my house and a swarm of wasps fly in, like I find a diamond and suddenly every thief is after me, like I wander in the woods only to get lost and run into a mountain lion, get on a boat and it sinks! It’s not fair! Nothing like this ever happens to anyone else! How was I supposed to know something would walk in right when I opened a door–er planted a tree. It’s not supposed to work like that! Why is my luck so awful? Why am I stuck with a skill like [karma]. I could really do without it! I don’t need it! If it weren’t for it, none of these horrible encounters would keep happening! Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

My train of thought freezes when the skeleton suddenly cocks its head. It pauses, then it shakes its head in a weird way, clacking its jaws together rapidly. The clattering sends shivers across my core. What a creepy sound. The skeleton stops chattering and continues its staring contest with me. I don’t think either of us will win at this point. The skeleton has no eyelids and I…well, I’m pretty much just a frozen block of ice. My eyes aren’t blinking any time soon. The awkwardness of the situation increases. It is beginning to feel more surreal than anything else, like it’s a dream. What am I supposed to do?

Finally, I couldn’t stand the silence any longer.

“Um…Ah…Hi?” I say with a weak voice.

Claclacclalaclacllaclaaccllaclaaak. The skeleton shakes its head again, its jaw clacking as it does. I get the strangest feeling that it’s laughing when it does that. I could have sworn a glint flashed in its eye sockets. The skeleton makes another gesture with its hand to help me up.

“Um…Sorry? I can’t actually move at the moment… So, you can–um–you know…”

The skeleton cocks its head and taps its chin with a finger, then nods and squats down, gently sliding its hands under my back and legs. I give a little squeal when it lifts me up and settles me on a mossy rock-couch. It then sits down on the ground in front of me.

“Uh, thanks… I guess.” The skeleton somehow grins wider. It flashes a series of hand signs. I stare in confusion. The skeleton stares back, expectant.

“I–don’t know what that means…” I have a weird impression that the skeleton raises an eyebrow even though it doesn’t have one. Seeing strange hints of emotion in its face, though, makes the situation seem a lot less uncanny. The skeleton taps its chin again and then raises a finger in the air, tracing out glowing letters that slowly fade. I would have frowned if I could at the moment.

“Sorry. I can’t understand that either. I don’t know how to read those letters. I mean I can read, just not those ones. They’re a different language? They look cool. Swirly. Um. How does language work anyway? I mean so far everyone I’ve met has spoken English. Wait it shouldn’t work like that, if only for the fact that Ah’m is pretty much an animal and somehow I’m still able to understand him. That makes no sense. I shouldn’t, right? It’s obvious that people from another world wouldn’t speak English, right? Or am I really speaking English right now? Can you understand me? You seem like you do. Why can’t you speak? You move when you shouldn’t be able to… I’m sorry, that was rude of me. And I was rambling. I–just all the questions I haven’t thought of before kind of hit me all at once. I’m kind of nervous at the moment. I haven’t offended you, have I?”

The skeleton shook its head.

“Oh… okay. Um.. we seem to have a language barrier at the moment.” It nods.

“We can try yes or no questions for now. Can you speak?” It shakes its head ‘no’.

“You can’t. Hm. So, you communicate with hand signs, or with glowing magic letters hanging in the air?” The skeleton clatters and then nods. Yeah it does seem like its laughing.

“Are you…friendly?” My nerves tighten as the skeleton pauses, tapping its chin. Then it clatters and nods again. I let out a mental sigh of relief.

“So…are you a boy?” I ask awkwardly. ‘No’ was the answer.

“Okay, so a girl.”

‘Yes.’ I wasn’t expecting that. Huh. The skeleton is a she.

“Are you lost?” She taps her chin, then shakes her hand in a tilting way, which I took to mean ‘kind of.’

“Hm. So… now what? Are you going to stick around?” She shrugs.

“What are you, if you don’t mind me asking.” She tilts her head and places a palm on the ground, covering it with a thin layer of dirt, then stands it upright with two fingers still on the ground, looking like the legs of a person.

“You were…raised from the dead.”

She gives a ‘kind of’ while shaking her head. A ‘not quite,’ maybe? Then what is she? Oh! That’s right! I can look it up. Nihihi. Underutilized database, here I come. Cough cough, I mean you, system. I skim through the racial information and come upon a race within the dynol, a category much like the puca.

Dynol: Human, Elves, Therian, Vampire, Huldra, Pict, Lich, Jotun, Clockwork, Yat, Drow, Myrmidon, Tennin

Lich: Characterised by skeletal body structure. In ancient times, liches were often considered along with vampires as puca due to their similarly unfavorable appearances according to popular opinion and the lack of understanding on how liches were formed. Much of the confusion came from the fact that liches are not an original species. One is not born a lich. As such, any race, and even some documented monsters have, later in life, become liches. The process of how a person changes from one race into a lich was discovered by the Clockwork Scholar D21-FCA in the year 621.

Unlike vampires and the puca races, liches were discovered to produce not through infection as popular belief once held. They are in fact created through a process D21-FCA coined as Mana Resuscitation. The theory behind Mana Resuscitation states that as long as their body is buried within six hours in a mana dense area, there is a chance that the mana will cause a person’s soul to continue to attach itself to its body and the person will live on as a lich. The chances aren’t high, but still favorable enough that liches have become a major part of society today. (To read more on the Mana Resuscitation phenomena, consult John Aldman’s Forces of the World.)

Early myths hold liches as sources of disaster, especially regarding unwarranted puca attacks. This has since been proven false. While liches do have some degree of control over puca–with ghouls being by far the most influenced–liches have often been the most influential in keeping the puca at bay. Indeed, there have been many instances where cities would have been overrun if not for the presence of a lich. As such, it is suggested that every city employ a lich in their city guard.

Liches themselves are a subject of interest. Most, if not all, liches are very amiable and not prone to creating conflict. It is rare to see a lich that is not in the midst of helping people, even to the extent of falling for fraudulent schemes or robberies. Liches, unlike puca, enjoy hot, arid weather and many communities of liches can be found in desert areas serving in merchant caravans.

Dad died a year ago. He’s still been living with us, though. Yesterday he fixed our roof because it kept leaking. Even though he’s just bones now, he’s still the same. Nicer even. He doesn’t hit Mom anymore. — Fenna Jones

Congratulations! Liches are an unusual race due to their association with souls. The Eater of Souls is not well inclined to them.

Level [24]!: You have discovered a race that is inclined to support you in your cause. (+15 path points; +10% to prosperity and growth of domain when supporting liches; liches will be more inclined to ally with you even without visiting your domain.)

Woah, interesting. I like these liches…even if they are skeletons… Only, another screen pops up suddenly.

{(//return: (status.language_packet.lich_sign), (status.language_packet.written_letters) = damaged; unable to [access] until (dgn.core) complete {restore})}

{(//return: (status.dgn.core) = damaged, {restore} option found; !recommended: {shut down}, {restore})}

Restore? Y/N

[Y]

{(…initializing… [begin]: {restore})}

My consciousness seems to jolt before panic has a chance to set in. My mind shatters in layers as I sink into a deep murky pool. My thoughts slow in the sludge until they come to a complete stop.

{Restart}

…(⊕)…

…(⊗)…

…(⊕)…

…(⊗)…

{Loading…|99%|}

…(⊕)…

{Loading Complete}

{Restore Complete}

When I woke up, they told me I had slept for sixth months. — Warrior wounded at the Pit

Congratulations! Rest deep to recover from dangerous wounds.

Level [25]!: You have successfully completed your first System Restart. (+15 path points; damaged status removed; health regeneration restored; |Lich Sign Packet|, |Common Writing System Packet|, |Hynafol Writing System Packet| restored; 100+ |Racial Language Packets| added to |Common Language Packet|; 5+ |Racial Writing System Packets| added to |Common Writing System Packet|; +4 hours to [Golem Creation] active time, total: 18 hours)

It was jarring. I woke up suddenly like bursting out of water. The skeleton was hovering worriedly over me. What was that? Restart? I don’t like it. It’s scary. Nothing like falling asleep. I was forced under. It felt like I was drowning. Please, don’t do that again. Even if I do feel worlds better than when I was damaged. I can feel it. There’s still a scar on my core, though it’s been smoothed, not as sharp and jagged. More importantly, the ever-present gray within the swirling energies of my core has disappeared. It feels refreshing.

Still, never again am I going to go through that. I shudder. Deciding I needed fresh air, I let myself tumble out of my golem. The skeleton freaks out a bit, panicking as she turns back and forth from my core to my golem in confusion.

“I’m okay,” I say. “Just a bit shaken up. How long was I out for? Oh, try signing again. I think I can understand now.” She cocked her head after looking relieved.

‘About half a bell,’ she signed. Half a bell? So… I consult the system. A day is divided into twelve bells. The length of days is the same as Earth’s, so, I was out for about an hour.

“Sorry, I was out for so long. It was…unexpected. I don’t wanna do that again.”

‘What happened?’

“I’ve been hurt for a while. I guess I just slipped into a bit of a coma to fix it? I’m not really sure. I went through a restore or something.”

‘Are you alright now?’

“Yeah, I should be fine now.”

‘Good. Mind if I ask questions now? I’ve been so curious.’ She seemed to brighten now that she knows I can understand her.

“Sure, go ahead. I mean, you answered mine. Or at least tried to. You’re a lich, right?”

She nods. ‘I am. My name is Namena Tammage. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Dungeon. I can’t believe I’m meeting a real live dungeon! It’s so exciting. A once in a lifetime experience. No, more than that!’ Her signing speeds up along with her excitement. I almost have trouble reading it.

“Ah, my name’s Haven. Or Devin. Either one is fine. Well, technically I named my golem Devin, but it used to be my name.” I give a little twinkle.

‘Your golem? Can I assume that this,’ she points to the golem, ‘is a golem? Interesting! It’s so much different from normal golems. It’s not alive.’

“Well, I haven’t met a normal golem. This is just one I’ve made to help me move around better, I guess.”

‘You made it! Wow. Speaking of making, Miss Haven, your domain is lovely. You made it as well? And warm even though it should be cold. Amazing!’ She gives her chattering laugh.

“Yes, I did. Thanks!” I brighten. “Um, so…”

‘You’re asking why I am here?’ She cocks her head.

“More that if you’re lost or not.”

‘Oh, you consider that more important?’ She taps her chin. ‘In a way, I was lost. I didn’t expect to find myself here when I was wondering around the Lost Bay. Though I had my reasons to enter the bay, since I have no place to return to, can you really call it lost?’

“If you have no place to return to, do you want to stay here?”

Her grin seems to widen and the twinkle returns to her eye sockets. ‘If I may make this my home,’ she signs, ‘I would appreciate it to the bottom of my rib cage.’ Clacalcalclalclcalaa, she laughs.

“Haha, great! Ah, well… I should tell you, just so you know. It might affect whether or not you want to live here. It’s…well… the System of the world, the red System, pretty much hates my guts. It’s kinda trying to make everything go after me. So, if you stay here, you might get caught in the crossfire.”

‘So, that’s the meaning behind that System Quest. It was strange to consider a dungeon isolated far to the north a danger. From what I’ve heard from the legends, dungeons were contained existences. They didn’t tend to disturb their surroundings much. In fact, they seemed to regulate the existence of monsters. Why is it going after you?’

“I have a different System, actually. It’s blue. And both me and my System are quite opposed to the red System. It–how do I say it? It eats the souls of the inhabitants. My existence will interfere with that if I continue to expand.”

Namena seems to frown. ‘You… save souls from being eaten?’ She asks.

“Yeah. When I integrate someone into my domain, or someone dies within my domain, or I kill someone myself, their souls return to the River of Souls rather than be devoured by the red System. That includes monsters. It sounds kinda awful when I say it that way, but that’s how it is.”

‘You know, liches are more sensitive to souls than other races just by virtue of how a lich is made. Liches live for a long time, and our souls are tied to our bodies for more than our original life expectancies. Many of us can see the souls of those around us. Long ago, people were afraid of liches because we could see the souls, even those corrupted souls of puca. The deeper the corruption, the more erratic a puca becomes. Liches have the power to touch souls, to peel off the dirt and sickness from them and restore them to something closer to what they were before. In the Suon Kiin desert there lies the Temple of the Sun. It was founded by Nafiewa Rejak, a lich who was originally a Tennin Princess. There are many lich monks that search the records of the Hynafol for references of the soul. The Temple of the Sun has the largest library of Hynafolian text, second only to the Library of the Scholars.’

“They search about souls?”

‘Yeah, they search about souls. Since we can see souls, it’s no surprise that we worship them. They are important to us. Souls are old things. They pass through the River of Souls many times over, living many lives in order to grow stronger, purer, and eventually reach paradise. Souls are old, but the races of the puca are new. They begin appearing after the fall of the Hynafol. Those who become puca, their souls stagnate, begin degrading. Liches have watched this over and over and over again. Eventually, when the soul can take no more, it crumbles into dust, like its been sucked dry by something. The monks of the Temple of the Sun have created many theories over the years, but what they agree on is that the degradation of souls is tied to the event that destroyed the Hynafol.’

“Do you believe the bedtime story?”

‘You are talking about the one of the eyes in the sky and the will of the world vanishing?’

“Yeah, that one.”

‘You are saying it is real?’ She taps her chip.

“I don’t know how accurate the story is, but I do believe that an invader attacked the will of the world and is now devouring the souls.”

‘There are two main camps of theology within the Temple of the Sun. The first is that there is no life, no souls beyond those of this world, nothing lies beyond the stars but empty expanse. There has never been any evidence of any life in the heavens. So the story must be false, just a thing to explain a disaster. They say that there is a disease of the soul that must be cured. They focus much on alchemy and its effects on the soul. The other camp believes in alien existences. There is life beyond the stars. The story then, is possible. There has never been any evidence for there not to be any life in the heavens. And so, something could very well be siphoning off the souls of this world. We just have to find it.’

“Which camp do you belong to?”

Her grin does the thing where it seems to grow wider. ‘What do you think?’

“You believe the story.”

Calalclaalclacllalcclalaccla, she laughs. ‘I do. Miss Haven, do you know what this means? Your story, if it’s real. If you do contain the ancient will of the world, if you can save soul, this will be the first time we have ever made progress against the degradation of souls! We can beat back the dark!’ She picks me up and twirls around while laughing. She carefully sets me back down on the mossy rock. ‘Souls won’t have to die! I won’t–I won’t have to watch pure souls break down and disappear when they die. Those pure souls…’ She pauses, facing the rising sun. Dew drops glisten on her cheekbones. They look tears.

‘Enough of that, though. We can talk about it later. Show me around this amazing place.’

“Okay,” I say. I begin guiding her around the valleys, showing her my various plants and mushrooms.

“These ones are called pixies’ parasols. I haven’t seen it yet, but supposedly they turn into little floating jellyfish.”

‘I’ve heard of them. They are hard to find, only occurring in a few other places besides the Tolk Mushroom forest. I am surprised you have some! What a glorious sight it will be when they bloom.’

We travel, visiting lava lakes and waterfalls, water lakes and lavafalls, caves filled with parrot waxcaps and little piles of gems they’ve made. She is amazed at the hanging bridges between the mountains, and the sun reflecting off the glossy mountains. She stood for several seconds taking in the view at the top of one. But her reaction to Harbor, my original ice tree, took the cake. She was signless, her jaw dropping as she explored the inside. Eventually, she turns to me and says:

‘You can make anything?’

“I don’t know about anything, but I feel like I can at least create different biomes now…maybe, if I try. I don’t know. I’m not that creative.”

‘You call all this not creative?’

“Someone else with the skills I have would probably make something better.”

‘Don’t discount yourself. This is amazing! Do you think you can create a desert?’

“Oh, yeah, liches like deserts, don’t they? I think I can. Give me a few moments. If I’m going to create something, I wanna see what my {architect} will give me.” I put my path points into {architect}.

Take your hand. Feel the life thread runnding through the stone. You feel it, you cut along it, and the stone will split cleanly, like you’re cutting butter. – Master stonemasen.

Congratulations! {Architect I (50/50)} Path: Complete. (+30 health regeneration; +30 mana regeneration; {Architect II (0/100)} path; {Rune of Dewberry I}: signifies an imbuement of power. Dewberry allows one to imbue an effect on anything the ward is placed upon. Effects: |freezing|, |antigravity|. Classified as an imbuement ward. Levels with [Warding] skill. Medium — inlaied carved obsidian glass)

Muwahaha! A rune huh. Not only that, a rare leveling rune. Not exactly what I was expecting, but it makes everything better. Hehe floating islands here I come. I already have the medium I need. Let’s get cracking!

“Watch this,” I say as I grab a chunk of magma, letting it cool rapidly into obsidian. I say chunk, but it’s massive. It’s about two of my mountains put together and squished down into a vague dish shape. I carve the imbue and energy runes on the underside of the island, then let go. It wabbles for a second before stabilizing as it floats in a leisurely circle around my mountain range, hidden partially by the clouds. Namena’s jab drops once more.

“Don’t let your breath get taken away there. I’m just getting started.” I gather up large amounts of sand and cover the island with a thick layer. Then I create a little platform and carve {dewberry} and {currant} into it to create a little free-floating elevator that will travel along a path between Harbor and the island. We travel up to the island itself and settle on a carpet I filched from Harbor.

“This next part will probably take a while, maybe even a week or more. You can go wander around for now. If you need anything just come and get me.” I give her a bracelet imbued with antigravity in case she ever gets lost of falls in a trap or something. Since she isn’t antagonistic towards me, my domain won’t be very aggressive towards her, if at all. Since I tend to cast |aura of souls| onto everything I make, I’ve noticed it all blends together into something of a limited intelligence that makes up my whole domain. It’s weird to think my dungeon is alive, but it is… Especially since it can move around between dimensions.

Mulling on the thought, I plant several ice trees and guide them to massive proportions. This takes almost a whole day to complete. While not as tall as Harbor, their branches interconnect in a tight weave, able to cover the whole island in an umbrella like dome. Their trunks stand like strange pillars in the sand. I create large hanging orbs and imbue them with concentrated |aura of light| and |aura of warmth|, then run lava throughout every part of the new trees and underneath the sand. Heat begins to radiate out of them. I cast a diluted form of |aura of protection|, concentrating most of it on the lava, so it doesn’t affect its surroundings while still giving off radiating heat, and pretty soon, the island is covered in an intense dry heat. The orbs hanging from the tree branches were blinding and harsh. Truly like a desert.

After a bit of thought, I carve {currant} on the trees, and with some experimentation, I combine it with manipulation of air. It directs the breeze coming from outside the island to come up through the bottom of the island, warming as it passes the lava, and exiting through the roots of the trees, creating little dust devils as it stirs up the sand. The intensity of the wind on the island is determined by the strength of the wind outside, though I had to tone it down when a dust storm nearly formed. Fiddling with this takes me quite a while. I had to take breaks because I kept getting too frustrated. It wasn’t as easy as I thought to add the effects of a skill to a rune.

The next thing I do is cast |aura of the seed| to create different types of desert plants, which takes me another day. I plant huge barrel cactuses filled with water, most of it will originate from an underground lake I put in the island after second thought. I make {currant} combine with manipulation of water to keep the lake full. It collects water from the outside clouds the island passes through. I could have planted some crying ferns, but they didn’t seem to fit very well with the theme. Well, the real reason was that what I could do with {current} was beginning to interest me.

Changing my mind, I only made about half of the ice trees in the desert conduct wind. The other half draw up water from the lake when it gets too full and send it to their branches. From there it’ll seep out and rain down where it can collect in the barrel cactuses. With this I now have water trees and wind trees that make up the pillars of my desert. Other plants I planted in the desert include an aloe vera plant filled with a healing salve, another cactus that produces juicy fruit, and some occasional patches of grass, and my banana palms. I’ll have to come back and work on the variety later. I plant a patch of snowdrops next to the couple of oases I scattered throughout the desert, shaded by a grove of banana palms. I create some date palms after a few minutes thought and place them throughout the desert, mostly concentrated in with the banana palms surrounding my oases.

Well, I think I’m done for now. It only took me four or so days, seems like I’ve improved on my creation speed.

You have created an additional wonder. Two more and your achievement, |Creator of Wonders!|, will rank up to |Creator of Marvels!| – Create several things classified as wonders of the world. Each additional wonder is also designated as a pilgrimage site. (+5 path points; +15 path points to {Ingenuity III} and {Architect II} Paths; 30% less danger when traveling to your wonder during a pilgrimage) Your wonder has been named: |«The Island Oasis»|

I greet you Greater Wardsman. Stay long, live happy, and protection for your travels. — Traditional Nymph greeting to wardsmen

Congratulations! Increase the wards in your domain. Increase your strength

[Warding III]: Your wards increase in utility. Their effectiveness increases as well (5% to effectiveness of wards; {Rune of Currant II} addtional effect: |Growth|)

I was expecting that! Ha. Did it again. Only I wasn’t expecting my vent lord to somehow sneak onto the island. He seems to like hiding in the sands. He might have turned one of the oases into a volcanic mudpot. Huh. Timp likes scampering around here too, flying acrobatically between the branches. She never stays very long, though. I think the heat tires her out. Of course, Oroesi never comes close to the desert, but some of the snowdrop dragons do, which surprises me. They’ve taken a liking to the other oases, living among the snowdrops and eating cactus fruit, sometimes even the aloe vera.

I start to look around for Namena. She visited me a few times while I was creating the desert. We spent breaks together. She would eat bananas and rose hips. The food just kind of… disappeared somehow. I’m still not sure how that works. I should see if I can get my golem to be able to taste food for me, especially now that I have the cooking skill. I do need to create more edible plants. I want to eat. Other than that, she also showed me how to write in the air using mana. It was interesting, much like how |aura of light| works. But now that I’m finally done with the island, I can’t seem to find here. Did she get lost? Is she stuck in some trap?

Before I can get too nervous, though, I find a note from her near the dimensional ice tree entrance:

I won’t be gone long. There’s a group of liches near the bay. I’m looking to see if any of them will be willing to migrate to your dungeon to live. Since you create such a wonderful desert, it would be a shame to live in it alone. On top of that, I want to send a message to the Temple of the Sun concerning your exhistance. Don’t worry, I won’t reveal anything that will endanger you. The message will be to only a person I know I can trust. I did want to mention, I had attempted to leave just before I had begun writing this note to see if it was possible to travel back and forth repediatedly through your entrance in the ice tree. It was, but something interesting occured. I recieved a prompt to join your cause. Let’s shake this world up together.

–Nammy

Status Menu Name: Haven [Locked]--Devin Race: Legendary Dungeon Level: 25* Attribute: Green Health: 313/352 (3.25/min)* Mana: 726/776 (5.08/min)* State: Normal* Biomes: 7* Floors: ?%Ξ] Named Monsters: 4 Monsters: 44* Animals: 75,679* Plants: 1,144,600+* [Ξ] Path Points: 25* Paths: {Beginner VI (0/30)} {Ingenuity III (15/80)}* {Valiant II (0/120)} {Defender V (0/50)} {Architect II (15/100)}* {Strategist III (0/95)} Skills: [Influence VII] [Incorporation IV] [Ambient Aura VIII] [Plant Growth III] [Green Thumb II] [Tamer VI] [Karma III] [Natural Projectile V] [Core Teleportation] [Epithet] [Elemental Manipulation X] [Biome Creation] [Fluid Floors] [Golem Creation] [Loyalty] [Tranquility] [Warding III]* [Forewarn II] [Mana Absorption] [Standstill I] [Cooking I] Achievements: |Ingenuity!| |Powerful!| |Dauntless!| |Against the Odds!| |Crack Shot!| |Breeder!| |Safe Guard!| |Creator of Wonders!| |Leader!| Causes: |«Against the World»| -- 5* [Ξ] Auras: |Aura of Light| |Aura of Warmth| |Aura of Fury| |Aura of Souls| |Aura of Protection| |Aura of the Lost| |Calming Aura| |Aura of the Seed| Fire: Main, Magma Water: Main, Ice, Acid Earth: Main, Plants, Minerals, Metal, Wax Air: Main, Toxic Gas