Each Celestial, Fey, and Fiend with 30 feet of you must succeed on a Soul Contesting Roll or be Banished to its home Plane of existence, unless it is already there.
A pulse radiates outward, unseen yet absolute. Space quivers, the air stretching thin as reality buckles. Threads of existence unravel around the intruders—shadows elongate, light fractures, and then, in an instant, they are gone.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Passive Ability | Final Retribution Armor |
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