The Dust Decree manifests as a set of iron plates fused together in a rough book form, perpetually surrounded by a vortex of red-tinted dust. The plates bear numbers that shift and reform with each throw, never settling until the final score is tallied. A spectral voice emanates from within, pronouncing verdicts in a language that sounds like wind through a ghost town. Chains of iron hang from the plates, bearing the names of all who have faced the Decree.

The Dust Decree binds all competitors to the frontier's law - those who survive bear its mark upon their soul, those who are culled dissolve into its dust, becoming part of the eternal record. It serves as the final authority across all leagues, its verdict determining which competitors are remembered and which are forgotten.