The sight of the Morningstar bracing itself to eliminate their charge summons an unexpected surge of emotion within them. What is this?
Do not dare, they snarl. That one? That one is theirs. They do not know to what extent this newfound possessiveness applies, or even to what it might mean for the concerning amount of emotion they are now displaying. They have promised it protection. They will not fail their oath.
Get away, mortal, Illyria orders furiously, and their tentacles whip out with every intent of wrapping themselves around the Morningstar, crushing it, tearing it, shredding its shell into flesh-ribbons and then nothing. It would lay its abominable hands on the thing, it would destroy all Illyria has built, and for that it will suffer. It will suffer. They are exercising their authority as a god. They are detached. They are implementing justice.
They are implementing justice and the Morningstar will not touch this human. It is inconsequential and yet - Illyria has decided it will live. Thus it will live.
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Do not dare, they snarl. That one? That one is theirs. They do not know to what extent this newfound possessiveness applies, or even to what it might mean for the concerning amount of emotion they are now displaying. They have promised it protection. They will not fail their oath.
Get away, mortal, Illyria orders furiously, and their tentacles whip out with every intent of wrapping themselves around the Morningstar, crushing it, tearing it, shredding its shell into flesh-ribbons and then nothing. It would lay its abominable hands on the thing, it would destroy all Illyria has built, and for that it will suffer. It will suffer. They are exercising their authority as a god. They are detached. They are implementing justice.
They are implementing justice and the Morningstar will not touch this human. It is inconsequential and yet - Illyria has decided it will live. Thus it will live.