The master of the creeping things, a sorcerer who commands a legion of insects and beetles to enter the bodies of his enemies and consume them from within. He is the personification of secret malice and the slow, agonizing decay that follows a curse born of envy or spite. Can we shield ourselves from a foe that enters through the pores of our skin, or is the only protection a heart that has no enemies? He represents the dark side of spiritual power, the manipulation of the natural world to serve the petty grudges of the ego.

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