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A Redemptionist zealot stands in the corridor of a blasted shrine, wreathed in smoke and illuminated by the sputtering flames of a relic torch. His crimson vestment is cinched by rusted belts, supporting pouches, scrolls, and fragments of scripture tied in scorched twine. A tattered hood shadows his face, but a glimpse of scorched skin and fervent, orange-lit eyes pierce through. He holds a brutal axe-hammer in one hand—pitted bronze and soaked in soot—while the other clutches a relic chain bearing the symbol of a burning heart. The background fades into haze: scorched arches, dripping wax, and scattered bones. The air is thick with ash and incense, every element soaked in a doctrine of violent purification.