>>5937094Your eyes fall on the giant man who wields the sacred weapon of your professor. As you examine him closer, your surroundings seem to fade, and the throbbing sensation assailing your head grows worse. You stagger back, careful not to lose balance and fall back down the stairs. You feel simultaneously light-headed, while also in the throes of agony. It was as if you were experiencing Yara’s vision quest once more, only ten times worse. You know this is no natural occurrence. Was this the work of Anacharsis? Or was the tower itself attacking you?
You open your eyes to find yourself back outside the tower. Despair clutches your heart as you fear you’ve been teleported back from where you came. However, you realize that this is not the same place you entered. This tower has not yet fallen victim to decay and battle. These were no ruins standing in front of you, but a shining and proud marvel, built to honor the creator Goddess. Staring at this ancient wonder that was built to last for generations, there was only one feeling that welled up deep inside you.
Contempt.
With a deft flick of your hand, you push open the sprawling tower doors. Inside, there was a huddled mass of people. Several of them men were armed and shouting, each of their weapons pointed towards you alone. They all possessed the same distinct green hair, denoting them as members of the same bloodline. The looks on their faces were varied. There was anger, confusion, and determination. But mostly there was fear. These were the so-called Children of the Goddess? With such a lofty name, surely they would be able to provide with a decent challenge. You unsheathe your new weapon. The gathered throng of children shriek in terror upon witnessing your golden blade. It seems as though they can instinctively tell its origins. Several of the cloaked figures who followed you here take a step closer to witness what was about to occur.
You would be sure to give them a show.
With a flick of your hand, the Sword of the Creator extends out in a whiplike fashion. The first line of Children are cut in half, spraying their siblings in a shower of blood and bone. The second line hardly has any time to react, for you are already upon them. A green-haired youth trembles as he gazes upon your countenance. He never thinks to use the spear in his hand, and your blade crashes through his skull.
You dislodge the blade and disembowel three more that stand in your way their intestines flowing from them like a river.
A man swings at you with a large axe. You meet his attack head on, cutting through the finely crafted steel as if it were reeds. He falls back in shock, his arms reduced to stumps.
A sorceress strikes at you with divine magic from the upper levels of the tower. You easily dodge the attack and counter. Your weapon extends and stretches impossibly long, impaling her.
