Voidal Follower

The Voidal Follower moves silently through the obsidian alleys of Steelgale at midnight, beads pulsing faint violet against dark blue robes. They do not speak of Danara loudly—only in whispered breaths that catch when psychic energy stirs in creased stones.   Eyes closed, they feel the pull of thoughts unbidden: loss, desire, fear. They channel those into small tremors beneath the skin, letting the Void speak—not through prophecy but through unsettling echoes, sharp enough to shift minds. When Dharan missionaries knock at doors, Follower’s beads glow; when they leave, the air has changed.   They are not warriors, but their power unspools in more subtle ways: chaos sown in whispers, conviction carried in dreams, belief folded into shadows.