Thalassa
Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground
burn yourself to the ground
With her hands occupied by the pleasant warmth of the lava, she watched Hadama remove his own equipment from the heat. It didn't appear to have changed much. Just a few scorch marks scattered the surface. The observaton only further proving her opinion of gods and their capabilities. She had faith that her own daggers would be much more powerful than before.
Thal felt her weapons slowly soften in her grasp, beginning to lose their recognizable shapes. She tilted her head in curious assessment. The metal shifted from a steely grey to a reddish orange at the edges before creeping farther in. It didn't look like they would need much more time.
At that thought, the daggers burned a brighter shade of orange, melting into a puddle in her hands. "Good, I think. They look about done to me." Lifting the metal from the lava, she showed it to Hadama. It instantly cooled, already hardening against the crevices of her palms. She looked to the Mer King. "Are you done as well?"
Thal felt her weapons slowly soften in her grasp, beginning to lose their recognizable shapes. She tilted her head in curious assessment. The metal shifted from a steely grey to a reddish orange at the edges before creeping farther in. It didn't look like they would need much more time.
At that thought, the daggers burned a brighter shade of orange, melting into a puddle in her hands. "Good, I think. They look about done to me." Lifting the metal from the lava, she showed it to Hadama. It instantly cooled, already hardening against the crevices of her palms. She looked to the Mer King. "Are you done as well?"
before you can rise
like a phoenix from the ashes.
like a phoenix from the ashes.
