thaisha could’ve reforged the pariah blades into something else, whether for war, gods, or vengeance. yet it was her daughter, thjazi’s niece and a rungjani who chose to follow in her father’s footsteps, who unknowingly made the true anchor. prop swords painted with the blood of her people and with the intention to show the truth: her people’s history is something that cannot be buried or erased, nor can it go unseen or unheard.









