A chilling stillness spreads; the air thickens, trembling under unseen weight. Shadows stretch unnaturally long as hearts pound and breaths quicken—your presence alone twists courage into terror, and fear becomes the only language spoken.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Passive Ability | Harvestfolk Provenance |
| # | Name | |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Wretches |