Awoken Luahn
Iscator's strange mist slipped into the cracks of his fragile heart, gradually turning his disposition dark and dreary. All that could get through to his blinded, deafened soul was that blatantly malicious shadow. Surrendering himself to its influence, he finally felt at ease. However, this put him at odds with the righteous nature of his royal blood. The internal struggle continues to tear him apart, sometimes forcing him to spit up a thick, viscous miasma.
Arts
True Equip
Abilities
Dream Awakening
2 types to choose from — pick one.


