ARTIFACT DESIGNATION // CLASS: CROWN / Ash / Fire-Metal
Embers Fang · Refusal to Heal
IDENTITY ARCHIVE
✦ REGISTRY: CLASS: CROWN / Ash / Fire-Metal
✦ DESIGNATION: Embers Fang · Refusal to Heal
✦ TIER: The Sovereign Tier
✦ CLASS: Abyss of Pain
✦ ALTAR ANCHOR: CROWN / The Politics of the Cranium
✦ OFFERING: $825.00
THE HISTORIAN'S SIGH
The violent crimson petals are like burning tears of blood, while the row of sharp, dense metal comb teeth at the base strongly resembles an uncompromising fang or instrument of torture. It harbors no gentleness; it presses tightly against the skull with a highly aggressive physical pain, forcing the wearer to keep their head high under duress.[cite: 2]
THE WATCHER'S NOTE
Mortals always rot in mediocrity, but you must acquire your skeleton in the raging fire. This artifact is too heavy; it is silently judging your fractures. Do not beg for healing. If you are certain your cervical spine can bear the weight of this hellfire, let this crimson fang drive into your skull. To wear this crown, pain must follow.[cite: 2]
MATERIAL AUTOPSY
[Weeping Blood Residue]: Extracted from the final fading red beneath the stake, the color is intensely saturated, carrying a strong sensation of mental burning.[cite: 2]
[Iron Comb of Fangs]: A row of unbending, razor-sharp metal comb teeth at the base cuts into the edge of reason through physical coercion.[cite: 2]
[Coagulated Blood Scab]: The dark red crystal embedded in the flower's core has quenched all past shatterings in extreme high temperatures into an icy, complete scab.[cite: 2]
The politics of the cranium. The zenith is the precipice where mortals stand closest to the divine. Here, Auralia strips away the right to interpret thought. This is no comforting tiara, but a physical coercion. It is exquisitely heavy, for to bow your head is treason.
"With this crown of hellfire, I anoint my destiny."
Keep your head high. Gaze into the abyss, and let not the crown fall.
RESONANT RELICS // 共鳴法器
[ STIGMATA FRAGMENTS // 聖痕碎片 ]
To wear this crown, pain must follow.
Let this crimson fang drive into your skull.
Mortals always rot in mediocrity, but you must acquire your skeleton in the raging fire.