So… you come bearing Prestige Tokens. Few tread the path of divine service, and fewer still grasp the weight it bears. Each token speaks of compassion wielded in hardship, of mercy shown in moments of chaos, of wounds closed not just on the flesh—but on the soul. Among the exalted, there exists a calling—a mantle not of conquest, but of healing. The Seraphic Oracle is no mere title. It is a vow to protect, to restore, and to endure. This class is not a reward… it is a covenant. If you believe yourself ready, offer the tokens. Fifty, no less. And understand: once given, there is no turning back. You will become light in a world that so often forgets it.