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 |