Sublime

He was the powerful, all-but-immortal Incarnation standing tall after a harsh battle. He was the menace, looming over a weary swordsman who kept his blade raised in futile defiance. He was the uncaring master, carelessly discarding minions by the score, their bodies strewn all over the street. He was the traitor who had beaten Simon bloody for tryi

Your trust in your instincts and excitement are what resonate with others.

Vin, Ruin said. His voice was not that of Reen, but instead something more … guttural. It was a vibration that washed across her, like an Allomantic pulse. Welcome, Ruin said, to godhood.

Makiel's influence confirmed. Recalculating... The possibility of a Dreadgod noticing increases in likelihood as the probability shifts. The will of the Hound bends Fate, twisting chance.