"Do you seek your own death, savage?" An icy voice pierced through the darkness. Every word felt like a rupture in the atmosphere, deadly and accurate.
"In the Light we find within ourselves the power to hold onto, the indomitable spark of life. We grit and hope for that is who we are. In her absence, the Great Mother overwhelms existence itself. In Her presence, there is only letting go, the Progenitor is no mere superimposition but a law and fact of reality,"
"I know exactly who you are, Ny-"
Perhaps due to how long and extensive her life had been, Vanve had forgotten her noble self. Her mannerisms were rightfully brash, her power was immeasurable and her intellect ignited wars. She had forgotten what it felt like to be on the receiving end.
