Set fire to the rain

Dygra

Slowly - slow enough that Maea might not notice at first, the gore crow begins to shrink and wither, before abruptly warping into a puff of ebony feathers. It's through a rain of black plumage that the goddess speaks, her voice causing soft ripples in the bowl of blood where Maea has left her offering.

"A moment is granted," she says, her presence like blood-heavy silk and warm rain. "Speak, sweet, dark child."

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