You mark a Fiend for 1 minute, preventing them from reforming in their homeplane when killed.
A blazing sigil scorches across the fiend’s hide, pulsing with searing gold. It flickers like molten iron, clinging tight. No matter where it flees, that mark promises true and final death.
# | Type | Name |
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1 | Subclass | Conclave of the Demon Slayer |