( It is a fast death, rasped, groaning — quick enough that the Chained God, for all his divinity, seems to have not foreseen it. He does not thank the gesture. He does not even curse his murderer.
The sounds of the creature are less funerary than a deep, bone-rattling rustle, tectonic.
The earth moves. The chamber starts to quake and fracture, collapsing into itself.
The dark waters at first attempt to pull back and assault the falling, vermin-like body in its fetters — only to recoil when the ceiling of the room begins to crumble, locking the divine flesh in.
Its energies wither, then dial down, then disperse. So too does the presence of the dark water, both withdrawn.
As the temple begins to shatter, Mo Ran would be best suited to run. )
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( It is a fast death, rasped, groaning — quick enough that the Chained God, for all his divinity, seems to have not foreseen it. He does not thank the gesture. He does not even curse his murderer.
The sounds of the creature are less funerary than a deep, bone-rattling rustle, tectonic.
The earth moves. The chamber starts to quake and fracture, collapsing into itself.
The dark waters at first attempt to pull back and assault the falling, vermin-like body in its fetters — only to recoil when the ceiling of the room begins to crumble, locking the divine flesh in.
Its energies wither, then dial down, then disperse. So too does the presence of the dark water, both withdrawn.
As the temple begins to shatter, Mo Ran would be best suited to run. )