Anyone who believes they can imprison a God-King will be punished accordingly.
The flimsy material of the walls folds easily beneath one strategically positioned fist, and Illyria exits the despicably fragile four-walled construct with a look of distaste. She is a god, and she will not be so easily bound.
This place, this much sturdier and larger construction, has the audacity to be larger than she. In her true form, Illyria could doubtless tear this thing of mortal make to shreds and pieces and roar her victory over its remains. In this pathetic size and shape, she will settle for the less grandiose option of dismantling it piece by piece, atom by atom if necessary. It has sought to challenge her, and for this it must suffer.
Illyria will start with her own prison. She rends the brightly colored box asunder with cold, ruthless efficiency, and starts onto the next, tearing away the paper coating it in great long strips. It is only when she hears the voice within that she pauses. Others, like her, have been unjustly held captive as well. This must be rectified.
The God-King flexes one of her shell's hands into another fist, and drives it through the thin jail wall without pause.
Illyria | Angel | Big Applesauce
The flimsy material of the walls folds easily beneath one strategically positioned fist, and Illyria exits the despicably fragile four-walled construct with a look of distaste. She is a god, and she will not be so easily bound.
This place, this much sturdier and larger construction, has the audacity to be larger than she. In her true form, Illyria could doubtless tear this thing of mortal make to shreds and pieces and roar her victory over its remains. In this pathetic size and shape, she will settle for the less grandiose option of dismantling it piece by piece, atom by atom if necessary. It has sought to challenge her, and for this it must suffer.
Illyria will start with her own prison. She rends the brightly colored box asunder with cold, ruthless efficiency, and starts onto the next, tearing away the paper coating it in great long strips. It is only when she hears the voice within that she pauses. Others, like her, have been unjustly held captive as well. This must be rectified.
The God-King flexes one of her shell's hands into another fist, and drives it through the thin jail wall without pause.