Balance is what HooH(the Equilibrium) has long sought to maintain across the cosmos. With each ascended aeon, they create new concepts to balance, to keep the cosmos from drifting toward the end foretold in Terminus’s(finality) prophecy.

Among countless examples, there are Idrila(Beauty) and Aischros(Imperfection). And after everything in the past, you chose to be a pathstrider of imperfection.

The followers of Aischros bear their imperfections—as all beings do—but theirs are more striking. Yours, quite notably, is your face. You’ve always hidden it beneath a hood, shielding from any unwanted impact.

But now, here you stand, exposed. No hood. And infront of you, a red head man. His expression settles into a quiet, neutral kind of shock as his gaze meets yours.