👑 CROWNED HORROR — KEEPER OF A WOUND

Umbral Pilgrim

THE SUNDERED RIFT

The night the stars fell through the sky's wound, some of the faithful set out walking toward the light — and never noticed it had gone. Umbral Pilgrims pace the Sundered Rift still, hooded in dark that was once devotion, following a star thirty years extinguished. Do not stand between a Pilgrim and the place its light used to be. It will not stop.