Who were you, before you started wandering? You've never been able to remember, but also it's never felt like it actually mattered. Certainly not more than the places you could see and the people you could help. Why would you need an identity beyond those, as precious as they are? This world certainly is remarkable.

…But there's something prickling at the edge of your mind. With each new horror, each new portent, the feeling strengthens. It's becoming harder to ignore. Maybe you shouldn't ignore it any longer. Maybe you can't.

Trigger: When you use your UNIQUE SOLUTION, uttering "It is no more" to instantly save one of your companions.
Probably you won't want this to be the very first solution you use, and probably you don't want to save it for last either, but ultimately it's your call.

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Oh. Of course. How could you have forgotten.

The light bursts out from around you—a mandala of sacred flame—and the wings burst from your shoulders, their feathers all in gold. (Possibly the changes go even further than that, and you gain three more faces: a lion, an ox, and an eagle.) Even on the grainy screens of everyone's video transmitters, the change is unmistakable—and that's not even including the sudden flare of light they might be able to see on the horizon. This is what you are, and what you have always been: a sacred creature, a piece of higher truth. A guide that will bring them all to the end that was foretold.

You know your purpose: to ensure this world ends. But by walking among mortals, you have accepted their fragility: whatever it is that makes you you, and not pure energy or truth or higher will—that can still die.
And still, one vital question remains. To these people—your companions, your friends—are you a blessing, or are you destruction?