>>5677278Most of the congregation of men, women and children all fell to their knees and bowed down, those who did not tackled the woman responsible for the murder of their leader. Regardless, they were all still and silent when their god descended down to them.
The whole city was silent, the chaos of the Ascent froze into lowly murmurs. On the ground, prophets and followers alike cast down their old faith in favour of the divinity walking with them. Most of the heresiarchs and priests and their armies too paused their conflict to observe the newcomer.
Sounds drowned by blood left the rosy lips of the dying priestess. The dagger left a wound right in her lungs, but the woman still smiled despite that, a manic look in her eyes which only grew in intensity as her god came down to her ad-hoc temple. He spared a glance at the woman guilty of the crime, not one they could see but one they felt, but their lord said nothing and the man holding her let her go to instead fall to the floor in reverence.
The priestess smiled weakly and closed her eyes and his hand reached down upon her face, and her whole body combusted into flames. The priestess rose in the air, her flesh burning into a smokeless blaze, feeding a pale and darkening flame. Threads of magic wrapped around the flame, puling it in many directions and into mystical patterns.
She felt her soul transforming, it was as if she was threw into a deep sea, the water filling her lungs and veins and pushing into her very being. She felt magic piercing her, threads of arcane power weaving into her soul. She wanted to cry out in pain and ecstasy but had no mouth to.
The people marveled as the magic pulled her soul into a new form, into an existence beyond their comprehension, until the flame was pushed to its very limits and broke. The threads of magic fell into themselves and the fire, coalescing into something new. The reaction drew to a close, and where the priestess once laid dying, a shadowy fire opened its eyes, turned to face its creator, and bowed to him.
Unknown to all present, a frown formed beneath a mask.
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