Unholy Player

Serve. Obey. Sacrifice.

Vesha repeated the words silently to herself, drawing strength from them as she brought the knife down on the squirrel in her hands. When the creature bit her finger in a final burst of pain and panic, she winced, but didn’t stop. She didn’t let the pain shake her focus. Her resolve held firm.

These three Sacred Decrees of the Astra Church weren’t hollow slogans crafted to brainwash the faithful. They were reflections of the core traits that defined every true Astra Path practitioner.

Vesha’s thoughts drifted to the first time she met Adyr.

He hadn’t just saved her from that prison and the horde of skeletons. He had also cooked her meals, tended her wounds, and stayed by her side until she recovered.

Serve. The first of the Church’s decrees.

Later, while escorting her back, they came across a struggling village. Without hesitation, Adyr had answered the unspoken plea of the villagers and faced the wolves head-on.

Obey. The second decree.

And in that fight, he had put his life on the line, ultimately losing his arm.

Sacrifice. The third decree.

These weren’t just teachings the Church preached to its followers each day. For Astra Path practitioners, they were a way of life, followed not out of fear or obligation but instinct. No one needed to remind them. The Sacred Decrees were etched into their very being.