The Harbinger of Corrosion walks the line between alchemist and executioner—one who worships entropy not through rot or flame, but through dissolution. To them, purity is a lie, and all matter is merely awaiting reduction. Their presence seeps into armor, air, and bone alike, thinning what was once solid into a slow, inevitable collapse. They are the acid in the world’s bloodstream, the reagent that breaks permanence down to its simplest, truest state: ruin.

The Caustic Veil

Those marked by Corrosion bear the world’s decay in their skin. Their touch leaves faint burns that never fully heal, their armor etched with green-black tarnish that weeps faint vapor. In battle, droplets of acid drift from their blade like rain defying gravity, sizzling through stone and steel before vanishing into mist. When their power flares, the air thickens with acrid haze, metal screams, and even divine blessings buckle under the slow hunger of their aura. To behold them is to watch sanctity corrode—a priest of ruin wearing the shape of a knight.

In the Cauldron Cities

In forgotten industrial ruins and under the glass domes of old alchemical foundries, the Harbinger of Corrosion is revered and feared alike. They were once forged as purifiers—to cleanse plague, curse, and impurity through alchemical dissolution—but over centuries, their doctrine twisted. What began as medicine became a creed of unmaking. Some now guard the secrets of ancient acid vats where flesh was once remade, while others wander the wilds, reducing entire battlefields to bubbling waste. To cities, they are harbingers of pestilence; to the devout, they are the final reagent in the world’s slow experiment.

Doctrine of Dissolution

The Harbinger of Corrosion holds that all forms—holy, mortal, or magical—are temporary masks on the face of truth. They see corrosion as divine balance: the undoing that equalizes all creation. Through them, acid becomes a sacred element—capable of both cleansing and annihilation. Their weapon is not rage but patience; every strike a chemical truth eating through armor, magic, and flesh. They do not seek destruction for its own sake, but to return the world to its base elements—to a time before artifice, before arrogance, before permanence. For in the eyes of the Corrosion, even gods will dissolve.