Morin Pass is not a place chosen for exile.
Exile does not begin there  it ends there.

This passage is reserved not only for criminals, but for those whose return is no longer permitted. Their crimes are not merely unforgivable; remembering them is considered dangerous. The laws of Velarium do not apply here, the order of Ordo cannot reach it, and even the escapes of Drenn come to an end within its bounds. Morin Pass exists as a void created by Orendon to protect itself. Those left here do not die. But what remains cannot be called life.

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Within Morin Pass, time fractures identity. Some lose their bodies while their thoughts persist. Others remain physically human, yet their emotions detach and act independently. Pain is not a consequence here — it is a condition. There is no escape, because direction itself collapses. Those who walk return to where they began, and those who stand still slowly become something else.

Morin Pass is not a punishment.
It is a method of erasure.