[Cards] Etherean Torch (Patreon)

The young man entered the monastery sanctum, his small form even smaller before the great tapestries that hung along the wall. The tapestries told grand stories of previous elders, of great lives spent and lost.

He clasped his hand to the unburning torch at his side and whispered, "Will of the past, words of my forebears, guide me now."

Before his eyes, the torch began to sputter—the darkness giving way to a brilliant violet. Suddenly, the empty room was full of spirits: each name known, each title memorized, and each story well-lived.