Pale Descendant Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

SSR wheel with the Sigil Yield attribute, Agrippa's signature. Effect at every ascension rank, main stat growth to E15 and the Traphase card it deals.

Last updated: September 7, 2026

Pale Descendant Wheel of Destiny for Morimens, with its main stat growth, effect at every ascension rank, Traphase card, and signature Awakener.

Pale Descendant

SSR

Sigil Yield 10.8%

Caro

Signature wheel of

Agrippa

Effect

Values run across the 4 ascension ranks, from unascended to maximum.

: The wielder's Shield Generation +4/6/8/10%. The wielder's Defense Commands inflict equal to 12/16/20/24% of their DEF on the enemy with the highest HP. If the current Realm is "Caro," whenever is inflicted on an enemy, increase by +6/8/10/12, up to 3 times per turn.

Main Stat

Sigil Yield grows one step a level from E4 up to E15.

Unenhanced: 10.8%
Per level from E4: +0.9%
At E15: 21.6%

Traphase Card

Equipping the wheel deals this card into the Traphase hand.

Pale Descendant

Cost 2

: When the wielder is actively attacked for the first time each turn, deal 8 DMG to the attacker, Entwined.

Lore

Wind surges from all directions as you stand at the entrance of the maze with a candle in hand. You feel a bit lost. It seems that just a moment ago, you were in Mythag's cafeteria, listening to Charlotte tell tales about the library's underground maze. And now, you are wandering through one passageway after another in your pajamas, bleary-eyed. "Charlotte, Charlotte..." A rustling fills the air as white spiders pour in like a tide, coalescing into a pale girl. She sits on a swing fashioned from chunks of flesh, swinging back and forth. "Here you are," she says. "I'm looking for my friend, Charlotte. She got lost, and I have to find her..." You are on the brink of tears. The girl giggles. She jumps off the swing and steps toward you. "Don't you remember? Our deal..." She places her hand on your belly, then her eyes light up as if she suddenly realizes something. "Oh, right. You've already become my offspring, so you don't remember anything." "Offspring...?" You look down and feel where your skins touch. The warm sensation, like spider silk, burrows beneath your skin and threads its way deep into veins. The girl gives a sly blink and leans close, whispering in your ear: "Charlotte... is right inside you."