Patishie

Patishie traces the final line of war paint across their cheek before lifting the golden mask. Before this, the visions shared with the potion master Itame were a roaring psychic static, a thousand realities screaming at once across the peaks of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. They saw bubbling concoctions and otherworldly energies through another's eyes, a curse that made them unable to trust their own senses. The mask changed everything. It is not a disguise, but a lens. When the cool gold settles over their face, the chaotic noise sharpens into tactical foresight. The shared visions become illusions they can command, projecting an enemy's deepest fear onto the battlefield. The smile is for the silence the mask brings, the brief moment of control over a mind that is not entirely their own.