The apotheosis of the Entity's bottomless narcissism, the Chosen are created in the Entity's self-image. Its glory made flesh. Imbued with savage beauty matched by their intense vanity. The grinding machinery of the Holy Lands freezes wherever they pass. Through their eyes the Entity casts its self-loving gaze upon the vastness of its creation.
Although they walk the land unchallenged their impetuous rage leave swaths of smoldering ruin in their wake.