Rites

Winds of Creation

You are nearing the end. The wind toward a new world grows ever fiercer... No longer can you rely on arms or wings alone—you must hoist your sails and ride the force of creation.

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Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: -1

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Slot #1
You are now on the path of ascension.

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What divine hands and eyes could forge this?

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Could one glimpse the sparks of its forging on the mortal horizon?

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Will your work smile when seeing itself?

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Proof of Power

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Proof of Power

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Proof of Power

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Virtue
You called out Maggie's name. Drawing on your memory, the essence of her soul, and near-Creator power, you shaped a primal law—a compass of right and wrong, a will unshakable in goodness.

Through this law, you could untangle chaos, cleanse the murk... and give your creations the chance to perfect themselves and the world. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Ember
You called out Ansuya's name, telling her the destined moment had arrived. For a greater cause, she sacrificed herself without hesitation. Her body, soul, and suffering all vanished into the winds, leaving a few undying embers. It was a force of destruction and despair, yet it also shone as a symbol of unending hope and significance.

Through this law, you could grant a final mercy to the old and open a way for the new. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Gold
Without a shred of mercy, you summoned Zazie. Wielding near-Creator power, you replayed her life, her story, her desires, and even the ecstasy you shared like molten gold in your palms—hammering, folding, and carving—until a law emerged, fierce enough to shape the world itself. It was a nature eternal, a force tempered to endure, yet also a seed of chaos, greed, and conflict. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Oblivion
You tried to distill the nameless mercenary into a single law, but failed. In the end, you uncovered the self he had buried: the Prince of the Stars, Sirshana.

From a distant world, starlight flickered and lent you its strength to complete this radiant yet secret work.

It was the law of exile, concealment, and oblivion—meant to veil the world's secrets, even as it etched them into fate. For this was also the law of destiny and self, marking what mattered most. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Craft
You lifted one of Jenna's works, stripping it back to raw minerals and replaying its forging. Drawing her will within this work and near-Creator power, you shaped a primal law.

That was the force of choice and change—through it, you could refine your world, though at the cost of forsaking or destroying certain things. This law excelled at breaking even the most unyielding of forms. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Scab
You tried to peel away Iman's wounds—not just to extract his essence, but to ease his suffering. Yet to some extent, he resisted your changes in this sacred process; the wounds remained, though dulled and softened, and all you gained were shattered scabs.

Brimming with Iman's life and the Immaculate Purity's lingering power, these scabs still embodied a law. You grasped them, savoring their weight... It was the force of sacrifice, healing, and silence that could veil all—something destined for the world you were about to create.

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Grief
You summoned Badriyyah. Like all deities, you demanded her life and soul, and she offered herself willingly. What could you distill from her flesh and blood? Ecstasy? Corruption? Freedom? Oh... all of it vanished into the void, leaving only a single tear at the end.

It was the law of grief, despair, and mercy, giving voice to the abandoned, the broken, and the destroyed. It would etch the memory of the fading into the world—something destined for your hand.

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Cruelty
Even him... you had to use him too? There was no choice—this was the most potent soul in your memory.

Transforming him proved beyond imagination; the great monarch would never allow anyone to define or condense him! You soothed him, "Ah, Your Majesty, in the new world, you will merge with all things."

With a terrifying grin, he dissolved into mist, then reformed in your hands as a formidable law: the law of wrath, dread, and war, bending the weak to the strong without bloodshed. Wielding this law, you would raise your own herd in the new world.

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Expedition
When you summoned him not for battle or adventure, Jabal betrayed a trace of disappointment. You told him that through this ascension, he would become the vanguard of vanguards, leading countless warriors down the path of adventure.

He accepted gladly, handing over his armor, battle-axe, and blood into your hands. Wielding near-Creator power, you shaped a primal law. It was the force of expedition, adventure, courage, and chance, strong enough to set all things in motion—whether warriors venturing afar, insects in nuptial flight, or seeds drifting away. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Imperfection
You lifted Nayla, examining her through the eyes of a Creator. Brilliant... you took her singular flaw, preparing to reuse this design in future creations. Because of this imperfection, all things would remain unsatisfied and forever carry the hope of being made whole. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Shell
Ah, Qais, he trusted you, baring his tender self. But you took the other side of him and shaped it into a law strong enough for the act of creation. With this resilience, even individuals could stand against the world, guarding the selves they cherished... And equally, it contained a seed of transformation, rebirth, and decay.

The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Honing
You began to process Adila, extracting her essence with near-Creator power, yet she treated it as nothing more than another challenge. When her will crystallized into a law, you could wield it to mold all things. That was the fate of trial—and the strength to endure it.

The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Drowning
You distilled Fatuna, deepening her intoxicating essence. What overflowed in the chalice was a law all desired but feared—a force to nourish, ferment, and corrupt. Through this law, you could craft a cradle that gave life, or crush the weak within it... The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Bloom
You called out Nabhani's name. Drawing on your memory, the essence of his soul, and near-Creator power, you shaped a primal law. Through it, you could make flowers wither for the sake of fruits, compel courting birds to grow dazzling tails, and command fish to surrender eggs to the tides... The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Distance
You called out Manar's name, weaving her will and traces across the earth into a law—tough as rope, yet smooth as silk. That was a law of distance and space, one you could use to shape a vast world—and, more importantly, to awaken in beings the longing for it. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Tide
You called out Junah's name. One droplet responded at first, then surged endless, unmeasurable tides. No forging or weaving was needed; this was one of the primal laws required to create a world. The power of all living beings was tiny as a droplet, raging as a tide, or still as the ocean. You captured a single crest, carrying Junah and all life toward a new world. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Punishment
You took a crimson whip-mark from Jalila and shaped it into a brush for creation. It was a law that entwined punishment with reward, and pain with peace. No being could ever see through your design, yet all feared your will even more. You could impose the harshest trials on your most cherished creation, or strip the greatest "self" from those who possessed the most. Thus, the world bowed to you. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Drifting
You distilled Shama's radiant visage and soul with near-Creator power, shaping a primal law potent enough for world creation. With it, you infused all existence with impermanence—sorrow of parting, joy of reunion, the birth of life, the unforeseen in creation, and even yourself! Where would destiny truly end? You swallowed the answer with a smile, letting the winds of creation lift you ever higher.

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Evasion
You called out to Alim, but this sly man hid, pretending not to hear your summons! In a flash of anger, you stripped away his disguise. Stirred by the winds of creation and honed by your divine power, a great and hidden law was born.

It was the way of endurance, humility, tolerance, and wisdom. The winds of creation howled, muffling Alim's complaints and lifting you ever higher.

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Karma
You called out Lumera's name. Drawing on your memory, her soul, and near-Creator power, you shaped a primal law. Though it, you dictated the order of seeds and fruits, of fortune and misfortune, and of virtue and vice. This allowed the weak to taste revenge, while also giving them ever more excuses for their frailty.

The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Clarity
At your call, a star awoke, radiating delight as she shared her insight: "Language is the bedrock of civilization, and books the ladder of progress." Hurry—pour more desire to express into all souls, so she might have more volumes to read! With a smile, you wove her wish together with your near-Creator power into this law. It was a light to cleanse all beings, revealing not only the wonders within their hearts but the ways to express them. Determined to place this light on the orbit closest to the world, you rode the winds of creation upward.

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Dimension
You called out to Arzuna. She was already gone, yet the fragile thread between you remained in your grasp. You pulled and pulled, shaping this endless tie with near-Creator power into a law fit for world creation. It was the way of connection and continuance—what kept the world whole when all things drifted apart. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Conflict
You infused every created soul with the spirit of defiance and courage. It drove ewes to fight lions for their lambs, fish to swim against the tides to spawn, the lowly to slay rulers, and filthy hands to topple divine statues. Yet, it also erased all labor for peace, birthing endless conflict.

The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Slaughter
To win this race, you turned to an evil power that was never yours. As you snapped the Bloodshed Card and let it melt into the winds of creation, the whole world trembled.

You heard the outraged rebukes of great beings, as well as the magician's ecstatic moan. Today, the collectors witnessed and recorded the moment before the Creator's birth, washing away the ancient humiliation cast upon Them by Their maker and the first of humankind. This became Their strength, and drove the game to heights never seen before.

A law sank into your soul, ready to take form in the new world you create. It was the way of battle, bloodshed, and extinction—the fallen nature of life itself. From this moment on, killing would no longer be merely for survival... You would forge a crueler world, and your creations would rise stronger for it.

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Lust
To win this race, you turned to an evil power that was never yours. As you snapped the Carnality Card and let it melt into the winds of creation, the whole world trembled.

You heard the outraged rebukes of great beings, as well as the magician's ecstatic moan. Today, the collectors witnessed and recorded the moment before the Creator's birth, washing away the ancient humiliation cast upon Them by Their maker and the first of humankind. This became Their strength, and drove the game to heights never seen before.

A law sank into your soul, ready to take form in the new world you create. It was the way of indulgence, lust, and greed—the fallen nature of life itself. Oceans surged, peaks heaved, and life multiplied without restraint, pursuing desires beyond necessity. This world was destined to be wilder, harsher, and more vibrant...

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Futility
To win this race, you turned to an evil power that was never yours. As you snapped the Extravagance Card and let it melt into the winds of creation, the whole world trembled.

You heard the outraged rebukes of great beings, as well as the magician's ecstatic moan. Today, the collectors witnessed and recorded the moment before the Creator's birth, washing away the ancient humiliation cast upon Them by Their maker and the first of humankind. This became Their strength, and drove the game to heights never seen before.

A law sank into your soul, ready to take form in the new world you create. It was the way of confusion, emptiness, and deviation—the fallen nature of life itself. Your creations were fated to go astray, patching a world torn by their own hands with futile constructs... a practice for the Creator to be.

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Ambition
To win this race, you turned to an evil power that was never yours. As you snapped the Conquest Card and let it melt into the winds of creation, the whole world trembled.

You heard the outraged rebukes of great beings, as well as the magician's ecstatic moan. Today, the collectors witnessed and recorded the moment before the Creator's birth, washing away the ancient humiliation cast upon Them by Their maker and the first of humankind. This became Their strength, and drove the game to heights never seen before.

A law sank into your soul, ready to take form in the new world you create. It was the way of triumph, domination, and oppression—the fallen nature of life itself. Be it towering mountains or vast plains, idols or taboos, your living beings would one day conquer them... Though, perhaps, that too was an odd delight.

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Hibernation
You called out to Fardak, and with near-Creator power, distilled the toughest part of his soul into a law. By this law, the grass learned to weather storms, and the seeds managed to withstand the bitter cold. It was the way for the weak to survive and struggle against oppression; yet, before hope arrived, it often only led to harsher trials. Amid a quiet sigh, the winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Shepherd
You called out to Aziz. Would your former slave serve as your tool? A flicker of resistance met you; at the very moment you left the world, he chose freedom! Amid this struggle, you drew from him the remnants of chains and contracts, forging them into a brand-new law.

It was the law of dominion, control, and understanding. If you became a Creator, would you use this power to shepherd your flock as you commanded Aziz? Would you grant them freedom? Embrace them as family? Or... perhaps place the chains into their own hands? As your thoughts swirled, the winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Obsession
You drew inspiration and power from Inal's secret bloodline. It was the law of focus, joy, and rapture—echoing in the songs women hummed as they worked, and in the visions induced by the shamans' potions. The subtle force linked thought, action, and reality, serving as a wellspring of all magic and belief. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Vision
You wielded near-Creator power to temper Faraj's soul, forging its essence into a primal law fit for world creation. It was the force of ideals, pursuit, and dreams—allowing you to sketch perfect blueprints for all things, while every being was free to render their own inner perfection. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Chalk
You chanted Their name—the old god who had fallen into Lamblet's trap, now a cornerstone of creation.

Their flesh scattered through the ascending passage, and from it, you tasted fury—directed at you, yet more so at Lamblet who had long deceived Them!

"Do you still wish to guard or mend the world? Will you still grant me a chance to correct my missteps, and together shape that perfect world?" Answering this final call, the last remnants of flesh, will, and power flowed on the winds of creation into your hands and coalesced into a lump of chalk... The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Ink
You chanted Their name—the old god who had fallen into Lamblet's trap, now a cornerstone of creation.

Their flesh scattered through the ascending passage, and from it, you tasted fury—directed at you, yet more so at Lamblet who had long deceived Them!

"Do you still wish to keep writing? To leave your strokes in the new world?" For any Creator, this was never a question. The last remnants of flesh, will, and power flowed on the winds of creation into your hands and coalesced into a precious bottle of ink, carrying you ever higher.

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Perfection
Malkina had long left her essence within you, knowing you were destined to rise to supreme divinity. You drew her adornments, thoughts, and intellect, weaving them with near-Creator power into a primal law: the force of perfection, transformation, and disguise. Once, Malkina had used to beautify mortals; now, you would use it to refine the entire world. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Resemblance
You snatched Hassan back from Lamblet! They shrieked in a fury, trying to reclaim their slave by wielding fate, curses, lies, and all those lassos and hooks. But with the winds of creation and your power, your poet friend wove himself, all existence, and every cycle of reincarnation into a single poem. In your hands, that poem became a primal law for world creation. It was the power of metaphor, mimicry, and implication; in a mighty world, it was magic, while in a serene world, it became art. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Renovation
With near-Creator power and the ambition and resolve to reshape the world, you forged a formidable tool—the primal law to create the new and also to destroy the old. Even the great architects of creation cast glances your way, wary of your misuse of this force yet curious what might happen if it touched the old world.

No matter—this was the power to bring forth a new world. You raised it high, riding the winds of creation upward.

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Wrath
You tossed the garment of the King of Flames into the winds. Drinking in the power of creation, it swelled, blazed, and finally took form as an enraged god. You might not fully command Them, but you could guide this destructive power to rend heaven and earth. Perhaps, once your design was complete, Their wrath would smash through the cosmos... But for now, at least, They were carrying you ever higher.

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Wildness
You attempted to process Riel, but her nature resisted all molding! So you preserved that wildness, turning it into a law in your grasp. It was the root that eroded walls, the sand that buried ruins, and the beast that refused the bait. By this, your creations would never reach perfection but gain a spark of charm... The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Pride
No call was needed—your unique sword had always dwelled within you. This sword of desire or being never parted from you...

Now, at this moment of ascension, you reclaimed it beneath you, merging once more with the whirling brass phallus of unmatched glory. Erected with pride, it erupted with a law capable of shaking the world! That was the limit of power, yet also the power that let all things surpass it, pursuing light through destruction. This ruthless resolve stirred the winds of creation, lifting you ever higher.

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Star
You called out to the stars and struck a bargain. They sparkled and pierced the void's darkness, spilling stardust into your grasp. This was the power the previous Creator had entrusted to the stars—a law of time and record, where the record itself bore witness to the passage of time. To extend this record into the new world, the starlight stirred the winds of creation, lifting you ever higher.

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Reflection
Your thoughts reflected the creature, like one mirror facing another. Drawing on the infinite echoes and near-Creator power, you shaped a primal law of recording, understanding, and embracing. Through it, your creations would be remembered, as the line between being and memory would blur... The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Exuviae
You asked the Queen of Jinn for a glimpse of her secret... But the moment you freed her, she slipped away, leaving only a cage ablaze in her wake. Through her magic, the world-shaping force seeped, drop by drop, from your past corpse. This was the law of death and rebirth, woven with the very secret of immortality. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Multitude
You yanked at Faris's soul, bringing a tangled wake of dogs, horses, and riders into the light. You shook off their mortal shells, clutching only the raw bonds they shared. Under your near-Creator power, a law of creation took form. It was the shared instinct of the pack, the rhythmic pulse of the flock, and the collective ecstasy of the mob. Through this law, you could command the many with one and fold the many back into one. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Brew
You snatched all Habib's aged broths, yeast, and spice! From his hoarded treasures, you distilled a law that bordered on magic. It was the force of change and harmony, capable of shifting the essence of one creation into another. Yet it was a cruel law too, hinting that all things would devour each other in the quest for ultimate perfection. The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Model
You took something from Zaki—not him entirely, but the version of himself he longed to be. Drawing on near-Creator power, you forged it into a law. It was the force of growth and imitation, allowing you to shape a creation into the form you envisioned—but it also hid the temptation to break those very bounds.

The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Mirror
You offered yourself as a blueprint for creation. It was a law of backup, replication, and reflection... yet one that carried the promise of self-discovery for all. Using it, you embraced mistakes even as they were doomed to repeat. Amid this intricate rhythm, the winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Mirror
You offered yourself as a blueprint for creation. It was a law of backup, replication, and reflection... yet one that carried the promise of self-discovery for all. Using it, you embraced mistakes even as they were doomed to repeat. Amid this intricate rhythm, the winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Mirror
You offered yourself as a blueprint for creation. It was a law of backup, replication, and reflection... yet one that carried the promise of self-discovery for all. Using it, you embraced mistakes even as they were doomed to repeat. Amid this intricate rhythm, the winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Calculation
You called out to Mahir and drew from her soul a crucial fragment. With your near-Creator power, you forged it into a law—a force of calculation, measurement, and observation, a keyhole left for truth itself. It allowed your creations to grasp the world around them, perceive your intricate designs, and even glimpse the essence of reality—though you wrapped that essence in computations mortals could hardly fathom. As the final formula took form, the winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Extraction
You summoned rationality—but it served as only a prelude, framework, or method. That was the law of selection and inclusion, and of culling and forgetting. With this power, you would decide what deserved to exist and what was fated to fade... for your record was the world itself.

The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Continuation
You called out to Samir and, with near-Creator power, folded his soul, skills, and very life into a law fit for world creation. It was the force that mended broken lifelines, and rewrote shattered fates, endeavors, and wills... The winds of creation rose, lifting you ever higher.

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Roar
You called out to Raed, and to all who trusted you two and would give everything. She still stood before them, confronting your divine power with her final challenge. From her voice and gaze, you drew that will and forged it into a law fit for world creation. It was the force of rallying and defiance, the last cry of the weak, and the light that endured even in adversity. With your spirit inspired, the winds of creation lifted you ever higher.

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Emptiness
You called out to Iman, but only a frail prayer answered: The Immaculate Purity was dead; where did his grief and remorse fall? [player.name] was leaving—who would behold the scars etched into him? "O God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

Amid this trembling inquiry, the winds of creation slipped through the hollow of his soul. You had no choice but to sever the connection immediately.

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Filth
You summoned Badriyyah. Like all deities, you demanded her life and soul, and she offered herself in near-ecstatic sacrifice. A mass of inky filth exploded the instant you touched her, and by the time you dispelled the nauseating stench, the soul had drifted away from your grasp amid the winds of creation.

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Dust
You lifted Nayla, attempting to examine this masterpiece of creation. Yet, the dust of desire had already seeped into every corner of her soul. When the winds of creation swept away the dust, her tempting whispers vanished, leaving barely a trace in your memory.

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Drought
In your folly, you summoned an apostle ravaged by the Corrupter. Yet, there was nothing to hold onto. Her chalice had long run dry, and from that parched essence, the first thing to evaporate was her very soul!

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Lock
You called out to Shama, what was already yours. "Come! Kneel! Surrender your last soul to your master!"

A stone lock appeared before you... You shattered it, but what burst forth was not a sweet sacrifice, but the abyss itself! That was darkness and madness incarnate, the primal chaos against the Creator. To avoid being devoured, you fled in blind panic. But alas, Lamblet was even faster!

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Withering
A sudden pang of guilt hit—could you really leave like this? If you went to a new world, what became of Maggie? What of all the others who loved you? Through this game, you gained so much... but what had you given them in return? And if you drained their power here, what would become of them in the real world?

Hesitation. Conscience. A Creator should have neither. At the very least, Lamblet thought so. They laughed and seized the chance to surge past you.

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Folly
Would this stubborn political rival help you, if you promised a brighter future in a new world? Too bad. He withdrew silently from this contest no mortal was meant to join—his strength was for changing this world, not some distant, next one.

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Annihilation
What foolishness it was, to seek the power of annihilation amid the ascension of creation...

All things passed. The end was void, meaningless. Life was but writhing flesh. All creations would be forgotten. Surrender! Destroy!

You could not even extract this power—you had to sever a part of yourself just to avoid being consumed by it.

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Jealousy
You coerced the North Star into your grasp, commanding it to summon the stars and uphold you—the future Creator. The Highlord roared at the sky in ragged anger... Soon the stars blazed alight, casting upon you rays that were not lethal, yet enough to hinder you.

Lamblet laughed loudly and surged past you, telling you that the Highlord had just screamed, "This one is off to write stories where none of us can see!"

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Sin
You once tempted the gods into sin—was that not a glorious feat worthy of praise? Alas, this evidence of your trespass against the world only tore open the path of ascension, nearly casting you back to the mortal realm... and widening the gap between you and Lamblet.

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Defilement
You once rewrote the world and planted subtle suggestions in the minds of gods—was that not a glorious feat worthy of praise? Alas, this madness that intoxicated the gods only conjured endless illusions for you, nearly casting you back to the mortal realm... and widening the gap between you and Lamblet.

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Dispersal
You seized his soul, trying to extract fragments fit for creation. But there was nothing! Not even the slightest trace... Only then did you realize: what you had erased with inky shadows might be exactly what you now needed.

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The Fragile
This thing could not support you, and it would not. In the winds of creation, it faded from your heart and returned to the mortal realm...

Quick! Dig through your pockets, memories, and heart! You had already wasted too much time...

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The Fragile
This thing could not support you, and it would not. In the winds of creation, it faded from your heart and returned to the mortal realm...

Quick! Dig through your pockets, memories, and heart! You had already wasted too much time...

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The Fragile
This thing could not support you, and it would not. In the winds of creation, it faded from your heart and returned to the mortal realm...

Quick! Dig through your pockets, memories, and heart! You had already wasted too much time...

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Must even a Creator prove Their worth? How many miracles must you unveil before the world would yield—or was it only your immature heart that remained unproven?

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Referenced in Event Triggers

This rite is used as an event trigger for the following events.

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