Before stars took shape, raw currents of energy gave rise to living fragments of will. These are the Sigils — vessels of radiant stars, spirals of forbidden knowledge, burning flames, and alien fractures. Each carries an alignment: order, chaos, balance, or corruption, shaping the eternal struggle of creation and destruction.
Sigils are not soldiers but a living archive. Some are Watchers, holding silent vigil; others are Heralds, announcing storms; Bearers, anchoring energy; or Terrors, devouring what they once guarded. No two are alike, yet all are bound by purpose.
To collect a Sigil is not ownership but keeping a secret — carrying a fragment of myth, an imprint of cosmic memory. Each one reveals more of the hidden tapestry, where symbols repeat across time and truth burns beneath the glow.