Drolgatha was powerful, an ancient goddess and something other worldly. Despite the shocking exterior, perhaps the most horrifying component of this entire scenario was the realization that the God of Helovia were not the only monsters in this world and that your benevolent leaders had enemies. Real, vicious, enemies.
She had every intention of destroying the child of a god today, every desire to see her blood dashed upon this ground for every foul and disgusting act performed by her father. "Daddy" would pay for what he'd done and what he was doing - for his power and the power of his siblings. There was no remorse in her actions, only a furious efficiency and deadly malice.
Though like all corrupt beings, she reveled in your pain, laughing the sound of shattering souls. This, coupled with some distance cry, made her unaware of your attack. Metal bit into the smoke of her flesh, and she howled angrily, blue blood leaking from her wounds. This liquid, hissing and bright, snaked over the fragments of your sword, infusing them until every component was glowing with spark.
She looked upon this with horror, eyes turning red with rage. "You BITCH!" she screamed, seeming to grow in size. A distant cry called her again, and she sneered, lips curling back from her fanged teeth. "I will see you again, mark my words, little god-child," she whispered, pointing a bony finger.
In a swirl of smoke, she raced across the snow, heading EAST.
You follow.
You discover.
The truth is... well...
Up to interpretation.
Congratulations! You now have a real Spark Marrow sword! It is still a little faulty, but during the coming SWP, it will improve in strength and reliability!
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