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The heart of Zerase palace was a little less ominous than your last visit because of the hole in the roof, Muribel harsh sun streamed inside to give organic lightning to the dreary atmosphere surrounding the Blood Pyramid.
''Ooh? Are you okay lad?'' Zazawu massive presence was, as always, the most eye-catching thing in any room. The huge monster-man limbs had regenerated, and he moved gracefully despite his size, a strange guest had climbed up his body to take a perch on his shoulder. A blue scaled lizard with a noticeably wide neck frill was holding herself in his fur, thick tongue occasionally peeked out of her lips as she observed the world below.
This angle allowed you to peek at the top of the pyramid, where Tuilelaith and Siegfried's first daughter, Kin, were sitting together, looking down to observe the activity of your group's arrival.
''Little Agathe is doing well.'' Klesiah commented, prompting the giant Zazawu maw to twist into a smile as he lowered himself to make talking easier.
''Can't swim so you oughta go with climbing, yeah?'' The little blue lizard didn't answer him. From atop her organic perch, her yellow eyes investigated the world below with near-enthralled concentration, only acknowledging people's attention with the occasional peeking tongue.
''I don't mind being a living tree, first time for everything no matter your age.'' Zazawu's chuckle sounded like a burst of wind coming out of a cave. ''Here to take a look, too?'' One of his arms motioned behind him.
Something new had appeared during your sleep at the foot of the small pyramid. It was an odd statue that looked to be made of fibers: countless threads of soft colors (gold, green, purple, and blue) entwined into the shapes of two women, Mother Earth and the Demon Lord. These colors often pulsed with energy, creating cascading waves of gorgeous colors throughout their bodies. Mana supported Daiyu gently by letting her rest on her legs, making this shiny, almost living statue one of wholesome intimacy. Two of the goddess shards lingered nearby, perhaps maintaining the artifact. The exorcist who came as reinforcement was meditating, keeping his gaze firmly planted on this pulsing statue of color, the total absence of emotions on his face likely deafened him to the world.
''<span class="mu-r">Mother took all of my Corruption onto herself and transferred most of hers into me to keep me alive.</span>'' Sieglinde spoke with a gentle voice and a quiet smile that belied the guilt poisoning her soul.
Corruption is, ultimately, a force that grows unique within each Mamonos body but is still bound by the Demon Lord influence. Perhaps blood relations played an important part in this result.
''Siggy... Don't worry about a thing, I'll help find a solution.'' Zazawu thumped his chest, creating a powerful hollow resonance. ''Your mom is sleeping with Mother Earth, that's one hell of a comforting thought lemme tell ya!''
