Thalassa
Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground
burn yourself to the ground
Thal left the Obsidian Cathedral and immediately worked her way towards the crust of the climb, determined to begin her quest without delay. The cooled lava had hardened into black stone, glistening in the sunlight that was able to peek through the miasma of ashy smoke. Her soft black boots padded over the rock, avoiding the small magma patches that opened up on occasion.
When it felt like she'd walked far enough, a large patch of raised black stone protruded before her with the inviting sheen of perfection. It was exactly what she needed for her new daggers. Smiling with anticipation, she walked forward to run her hands over the smooth, glistening surface. Her excitement was only dampened by the realization that she didn't bring any tools to mine with. Sighing in frustration, she pulled out her dagger and began pounding the hilt into the igneous rock.
When it felt like she'd walked far enough, a large patch of raised black stone protruded before her with the inviting sheen of perfection. It was exactly what she needed for her new daggers. Smiling with anticipation, she walked forward to run her hands over the smooth, glistening surface. Her excitement was only dampened by the realization that she didn't bring any tools to mine with. Sighing in frustration, she pulled out her dagger and began pounding the hilt into the igneous rock.
before you can rise
like a phoenix from the ashes.
like a phoenix from the ashes.
