Emulating devout Purist followers, you pour ice water over yourself, then scorch with fire, then accept flagellation. Through cycles of mortification, you remain expressionless. Pain merges with your soul - unimaginable to exist without it. Your birth brought your mother pain, your growth brought pain to lessers, your nobility brings pain from the Sultan. Pain defines existence - no joy exists without it, so we should venerate pain as we do pleasure! You've never felt anything like this - your thoughts become a rope whose other end someone violently seizes! Something pulls desperately at your heart, soul, and magical essence!

The rope tightens, nearly dragging you into unfathomable depths... As you struggle, the vibrating cord creates a rhythm, revealing a path to hear the sacred voice more clearly.

Servants rush in, witnessing flames and hearing thunder... terrified by the phenomena you've triggered. They should fear, for you've received holy instruction.

Result:

• Clean Slot #1: 1
• Card (The Voice from Above):
  • Tag (Owned): +1