You draw the Shadow Realm into the physical plane, where spirits twist and tear at the living. They whisper thoughts of despair and foretell the inevitable death awaiting all mortals.
You chant, and the air fills with the haunting cries of spirits. Shadows around you writhe and reach out, their whispers growing into chilling screams that echo, tearing at the sanity of all who hear them.
# | Type | Name |
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1 | Subclass | Faith in the Spirits |