Sovereign Bangle Deepwoken - [upd]

And that night, as she walked home to her family, she found herself wondering, just for a moment, what her husband’s face would look like if she asked him to cut off his own fingers. One by one.

Kaelen had never wanted the Bangle. He’d seen what it did to the others—the way their eyes went flat, their wills subsumed into the cold, singing metal. But in the depths of the Eternal Gale, with a Thresher’s maw closing around his leg and the blood seeping into the black salt water, a dying man doesn’t choose his salvation. He grabs it. sovereign bangle deepwoken

He walked into a bandit camp in the Lower Erisia and simply asked for their leader’s head. The man drew his own dagger and carved it off, weeping as he did so. Kaelen didn’t raise a hand. He didn’t need to. The Bangle’s will was absolute. And that night, as she walked home to

The descent was rapid after that. He became a tyrant in a week. He used the Bangle to enthrall a crew of Deepwoken, turning their free will into a chorus of obedient drones. They sailed the Sea of Teeth, and wherever Kaelen went, smiles were painted on faces that had forgotten how to form them. He made a duke strangle his own court jester for a poorly timed joke. He made a mother sell her child for a shiny pebble. Each command felt like a splinter driving deeper into his soul. He’d seen what it did to the others—the