I can give you freedom from your guilt with a flick of my wrist
The evasion only heightens the sting of acid in her blood, waving a flag before the eyes of an enraged bull. But Maea is not the only one light on her feet, so although the woman’s foul magic scalds her shoulder, Nephele uses the momentum to spin in a full circle and uses her undamaged arm to cut at Maea again. Teeth gritted against the electric burn that makes her muscles spasm.
“You let yourself be turned by the foul creature that tried to kill our Mother Tree! That killed my people and desecrated our lands with blight and sickness! The blood on her hands is now on yours!” she howls, furious. Diving closer instead of away from the pain. For what is pain of the flesh when compared to all Nephele has lost at the hands of the Ascended and their ilk? “You have desecrated Mort’s realm, and you will continue to do so with every moment you pretend to live!”
“You let yourself be turned by the foul creature that tried to kill our Mother Tree! That killed my people and desecrated our lands with blight and sickness! The blood on her hands is now on yours!” she howls, furious. Diving closer instead of away from the pain. For what is pain of the flesh when compared to all Nephele has lost at the hands of the Ascended and their ilk? “You have desecrated Mort’s realm, and you will continue to do so with every moment you pretend to live!”
I can give you death with the look upon my face
