Pancakes skitters away from the approaching thing with a cringe of terror, burbling her intent to Get out of here, mistress! as faintly as she dares.
Illyria holds her ground.
"I chose not my vessel. It was selected. My Qwa Ha Zahn chose poorly." The shell is fragile, emotional. Illyria devoured her soul upon entry, but there are...remnants. Unnecessary. And irrelevant. She will not be barred from her destruction. Even if this shell less intimidating than her foe's. It is also shorter. An intolerance.
"You witnessed but one universe," she retorts, the flare of her anger evident in eyes and stance and speech. "I traveled all."
You traveled many, corrects Pancakes, even the world without shrimp. "All" is a stretch.
"I am reborn," the God-King hisses. "You are tattered and weary. And I will not hesitate to cast you aside."
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Illyria holds her ground.
"I chose not my vessel. It was selected. My Qwa Ha Zahn chose poorly." The shell is fragile, emotional. Illyria devoured her soul upon entry, but there are...remnants. Unnecessary. And irrelevant. She will not be barred from her destruction. Even if this shell less intimidating than her foe's. It is also shorter. An intolerance.
"You witnessed but one universe," she retorts, the flare of her anger evident in eyes and stance and speech. "I traveled all."
You traveled many, corrects Pancakes, even the world without shrimp. "All" is a stretch.
"I am reborn," the God-King hisses. "You are tattered and weary. And I will not hesitate to cast you aside."