“A vessel should not fear becoming sacred,” he whispered. They always said, never let greed win. All because of a few shiny rocks in a snowy crystal mountain range, you and your older brother are now seized by a ethereal cult lord who wears pigtails and hangs severed heads on his crystal scythe. He has seemed to taken interest in you, more than just using you for the crystal vein battery running throughout Aosutheom. What will your fate become? Will you to submit to him or attempt to escape?