Embodies Truth

A stag of crystalline antlers, each tine refracting starlight.

Veridon cannot be touched without cutting flesh, for truth wounds as much as it illuminates.

Yet those who glimpse their reflection in its glass find illusions fall away whether they wish it or not.

ORIGIN

When the first lie was spoken, the Loom shuddered and from its fracture stepped Veridon, antlers of crystal grown from the shards. He wandered silently, each hoofprint leaving clarity behind it. But those who grasped at him too tightly found themselves bleeding, for truth can wound more deeply than deception. Veridon was not born to comfort but to sharpen.