"I see no reason that this is relevant," Illyria answers coldly. She is missing her violence to rescue this inconsequential creature at the behest of a half-breed ally. This thing should know its place before a God-King. Clearly it does not recognize the all-powerful being in whose presence it basks.
"There is sanctuary at the city's edge," she continues, halting in front of one of the yawning hellish chasms that has cleaved its way through the ground. There is no time to skirt it. "You will not be an asset here. You will join the ranks of your unskilled brethren."
She sweeps her gaze over her newest protectorate, head to one side. It is a fragile thing but it will survive this impact, will it not?
It should.
Without further hesitation Illyria throws the mortal across the gap. She immediately follows, clearing the span of the abyss in a leap. A number of Pit-beasts cluster at the fissure's edge to chorus their discontent in allowing such seemingly easy prey to escape but Illyria does not look back at them. She turns with disdain to her newly acquired mortal to ensure it has survived its journey.
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"There is sanctuary at the city's edge," she continues, halting in front of one of the yawning hellish chasms that has cleaved its way through the ground. There is no time to skirt it. "You will not be an asset here. You will join the ranks of your unskilled brethren."
She sweeps her gaze over her newest protectorate, head to one side. It is a fragile thing but it will survive this impact, will it not?
It should.
Without further hesitation Illyria throws the mortal across the gap. She immediately follows, clearing the span of the abyss in a leap. A number of Pit-beasts cluster at the fissure's edge to chorus their discontent in allowing such seemingly easy prey to escape but Illyria does not look back at them. She turns with disdain to her newly acquired mortal to ensure it has survived its journey.