The Everdawn Crucible
Aspect of Aurelion, Firstbound of Light and Order
A sky without night stretches endlessly, its sun fixed at the moment just before judgment. Towers of gold and alabaster float in perfect alignment, casting no shadows. Every surface gleams, yet nothing is warm.
Sound carries strangely here—words spoken aloud echo as if weighed and measured. Those who enter feel an oppressive certainty: everything has a correct place, and deviation aches like guilt. Trials manifest spontaneously—visions of one’s past choices unfolding as radiant constructs demanding justification.
The Crucible is not cruel, but it is absolute. Mercy exists only if it can be proven necessary.