"You are so much bigger than you think you are," She says, fervently. "You are a beacon of hope that shines through the world with every step you take. You are My beacon, Gabriella, and you shine even into the darkest of nightmares."
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The air sparkles with silver motes of light as a silken voice says, "You will see growth and strength where others will see weakness. You will walk with Us as a paragon of Serenwilde's power, for you have already walked this path before."
"You are so much bigger than you think you are," She says, fervently. "You are a beacon of hope that shines through the world with every step you take. You are My beacon, Gabriella, and you shine even into the darkest of nightmares."
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The air sparkles with silver motes of light as a silken voice says, "You will see growth and strength where others will see weakness. You will walk with Us as a paragon of Serenwilde's power, for you have already walked this path before."
Spotting a golden opportunity, Drocilla, the Enchantress ascends to the tumultuous heavens which brighten at Her approach, lavender eyes fixed upon New Celest while the Navigator is engaged in battle with Illith. A lavender mask materialises in Her hands and She dons it with a wicked ruby smirk while the darkness swathes Her figure.
SHITS ABOUT TO GO DOWN NOW!
The Goddess' lips part but no sound comes out and She takes a knee, then another, and exhales Her final breath which carries a chilling warning, "Zenos...". Just then the barely substantial form of Zenos materialises behind Her, His filmy tendrils wrapped about Her form tightly as He saps the last of Her essence and Voice, and casts Her aside like a broken doll.
But then, light: a crack that splits the whole of the heavens from one horizon to the other. Golden radiance spills forth from it, illuminating the whole of the Basin with its power.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
And then, She calls into the aether, a song of perfect harmony and pitch that shakes the foundation of the sky. From the woods of Serenwilde, from the far reaches of Glomdoring, from elsewhere across the land, the rapturous response of a choir of birds shriek and crow. And they all take flight, a multitude of birds soaring through the air before they swoop and viciously dive into the Soulless's blob of a body. Peck, peck, peck they cut and carve and swipe at His revolting form, spewing more and more of the Soulless' foul blood to stream and feed the soil.
With wild glee, the Goddess claps appreciatively as the Soulless gurgles a dying breath, His body disintegrating into naught but fertilizer.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
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And then, She calls into the aether, a song of perfect harmony and pitch that shakes the foundation of the sky. From the woods of Serenwilde, from the far reaches of Glomdoring, from elsewhere across the land, the rapturous response of a choir of birds shriek and crow. And they all take flight, a multitude of birds soaring through the air before they swoop and viciously dive into the Soulless's blob of a body. Peck, peck, peck they cut and carve and swipe at His revolting form, spewing more and more of the Soulless' foul blood to stream and feed the soil.
With wild glee, the Goddess claps appreciatively as the Soulless gurgles a dying breath, His body disintegrating into naught but fertilizer.