the Voice
I am willing to give it all up.
It is Rexanna's words, not any act of the Voice, that caused the cell to melt from around them. The rust and the filth fade away too, from where it previously marked her face, her hands. And as the dungeon drifted from sight the Abandoned would be left standing in nothingness, a void stretching far, far into nowhere.
Only the tiniest wink of light danced in the distance, a light which, should she choose to walk towards it, would become the electrifying figure of the Voice. "Your allegiance to your past is no more. Your yearning for a future that may not be is no more. And yet you arrived here, now, and embraced the Old Gods, embraced Frey. Where do you stand now, Rexanna Reyes?"
The Voice opened her arms wide, and should Rexanna choose the goddess, she would feel the sharpened tips of canines in her mouth, and be welcomed to feed for the first time.
Rexanna has regained the "C" shaped brand that was once banished by Frey.
It is Rexanna's words, not any act of the Voice, that caused the cell to melt from around them. The rust and the filth fade away too, from where it previously marked her face, her hands. And as the dungeon drifted from sight the Abandoned would be left standing in nothingness, a void stretching far, far into nowhere.
Only the tiniest wink of light danced in the distance, a light which, should she choose to walk towards it, would become the electrifying figure of the Voice. "Your allegiance to your past is no more. Your yearning for a future that may not be is no more. And yet you arrived here, now, and embraced the Old Gods, embraced Frey. Where do you stand now, Rexanna Reyes?"
The Voice opened her arms wide, and should Rexanna choose the goddess, she would feel the sharpened tips of canines in her mouth, and be welcomed to feed for the first time.
Rexanna has regained the "C" shaped brand that was once banished by Frey.
