Dygra
Edmund will feel the ground shift and warble beneath his feet, but surely that can't be possible; obsidian is not malleable in the slightest - and yet, he begins to sink into the blackness of it, even as rubies continue to crawl and spread up the length of his legs, tendrils of crimson gemstones snaking around him as if to clutch him close.
"You will be so much more than you are now." Her voice will sound as though it's pressed against his ear now, even though it still vibrates all around, and the haze of darkness begins to creep in on all sides, hazing his vision, filling his mouth and nose and ears. Down he goes, dragged into the stone, the magma, the heat.
If there is pain, it is only for a moment. If there's heat, it burns but for a fraction of a second before becoming something akin to euphoric. As Edmund plunges into the earth and back out again, he will find himself on the floor of a cavern with gemstones flickering all around. Soulfire Reach is changed from before; blood hangs heavy in the air, and the walls of crystal seem to shift and breathe.
Edmund, too, is changed, but the main thing he will notice is the Bloodlust singing in his veins, the urge to destroy, to unmake, to maim and kill.
"You may call me your mother, Edmund Ansel," Dygra rumbles all around. "Because that is what I am."
Edmund has become an Ancient!
"You will be so much more than you are now." Her voice will sound as though it's pressed against his ear now, even though it still vibrates all around, and the haze of darkness begins to creep in on all sides, hazing his vision, filling his mouth and nose and ears. Down he goes, dragged into the stone, the magma, the heat.
If there is pain, it is only for a moment. If there's heat, it burns but for a fraction of a second before becoming something akin to euphoric. As Edmund plunges into the earth and back out again, he will find himself on the floor of a cavern with gemstones flickering all around. Soulfire Reach is changed from before; blood hangs heavy in the air, and the walls of crystal seem to shift and breathe.
Edmund, too, is changed, but the main thing he will notice is the Bloodlust singing in his veins, the urge to destroy, to unmake, to maim and kill.
"You may call me your mother, Edmund Ansel," Dygra rumbles all around. "Because that is what I am."
Edmund has become an Ancient!
