The Trials

Only the worthy rise.

Forged in light, tempered by fire. This is your reward for completing the Trials. Gold like the sun’s judgment, dark body like the void it burns through. The Eye of Osiris watches from the faceplate, silent and knowing, measuring every soul by resolve, not luck. It’s a relic of victory, proof you’ve faced the end and walked away radiant.

For those who never fall. Only ascend.