Safrin
The air around the shrine is suddenly heavy with the smell of petrichor and lilac as Safrin sighs into being. Dressed simply, for once, in all black, the goddess looked as though she might be in mourning. Reaching for the scale, it snapped and sizzled and sparked with life between her fingertips. "How amazing it is that when something is able to withstand all that life throws against it, it is made all the stronger for it." Her dark eyes flick up towards him as a small smile presses itself to her lips. "Not unlike you, Deimos." She murmurs, reaching up with her free hand to softly cup his cheek.
"You have done well, and I am pleased."
Deimos has received
Leviathan Scale Armor | Lightweight armour made from the scale of a slain leviathan. Always reduces incoming physical damage by the wearer's basic dmg stat. Downgrades incoming upgraded dark magic, to basic-level.
"You have done well, and I am pleased."
Deimos has received
Leviathan Scale Armor | Lightweight armour made from the scale of a slain leviathan. Always reduces incoming physical damage by the wearer's basic dmg stat. Downgrades incoming upgraded dark magic, to basic-level.
