It is a weapon designed to get into the minds of Men and the other races of my home. Originally, there was a god named Haomane who designed it to be a beacon by which to summon and rally his troops, filled with light and hope. It was taken and its purpose was changed, the helm warped into something for a far darker purpose, as another god poured everything that he was into it.

With the proper training, it allows the pain, anguish, and anger that my god Satoris felt, and pushes that state of darkness onto a large group. It can disorient and confuse them for short periods of time or dishearten them during the midst of battle.