Kuyonian Zealot

In the twilight corridors of Gökstad, shadows shift with the hush of worship—Zealots of Kuyon walk these halls like living frost. Their steps echo with divine fervour, each footfall a silent prayer and a warning to all who would challenge their creed.   Marked by tiger-striped scars and eyes lit with unwavering conviction, Zealots serve as Kuyon’s purest conduit. When they speak, their words carry the weight of penance and pride woven into ceremonial silence. And where their chants rise, the frost seems to pulse in response—as if the ice itself joins in their solemn oath.