In Khassid, relics are not simply remnants of power—they are echoes of belief, shards of lost history, and proof that the divine once walked the world. Forged in the flames of creation, shattered in the Cataclysm, or unearthed from the tombs of forgotten gods, these artifacts carry burdens as great as their blessings. Some whisper to those who bear them; others burn with purpose, refusing to be wielded by the unworthy. Whether crafted by mortal hands or born of celestial design, each relic is a choice waiting to be made—and a consequence waiting to awaken.