The world praises the wicked and crowns the foolish. It buries the old rites, laughs at the sacred, and calls the faithful naïve.

But you’ve seen what waits in the dark.

Faith is not submission. It is resistance. A vow made in blood. A light carried through the storm, not because it is easy—but because no one else will.

This is the creed of the Cleric. No crown commands it. No coin can buy it. It is spoken in battle cries, in funeral hymns, in whispered prayers before the fall.

Miracles are not gifts—they are sacrifices. And when the gates break and the sky turns black, it will not be kings who hold the line.

This isn’t just a shirt. It’s a sigil of conviction.

This design is inspired by the original D&D book art, early ‘90s underground poster culture, and the solemn fire at the heart of divine power—unyielding, unbending, and untouched by the world’s corruption.

Reject modernity. Embrace piety.

Only the faithful endure.