Your voice rends the vaulted nave as the Runic Sigil of the Sunken Order blazes, binding the abyssal tide and forcing the black water to recoil against the obsidian walls; spirit‑embers flare, casting a trembling veil of holy light over your cursed greaves. The echoing wail of the drowned‑god falters, and a pulse of sanctified water surges through you, stitching torn flesh and soothing the bleed of your soul‑tithe.