 | Sub | Talent Material |
| Description | In an age so remote that mortals have no way to remember it, fae who had lost their homeland once built a sanctuary here, longing to use cold, lonely asceticism to alleviate the pain of death. Yet, all things of flesh and blood must eventually fade like a flame—over hundreds of fae eras, the survivors who mourned the Golden Kingdom with tears and the countless followers who had never witnessed the glory of the old days perished one after another like snowflakes, until even the last recluse chose to depart, leaving behind only a desolate silence. |
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