In the Sacred Temple of Life.
Mycelle stood by the edge of the churning Life Pool, her verdant eyes tracking the violent displacement of authority caused by Achilles's submersion. The liquid roiled with patterns of transformations occurring at fundamental levels…changes so dramatic they affected even this concentrated medium designed to facilitate such alterations.
Her expression was one of devilish calculation, and an analytical assessment mixed with anticipation about what would emerge from those depths. But the sudden eruption of necrocratic malice from far below…that blaze of obsidian energy she'd felt pierce through her Sanctuary's defenses forced her hand.
HUUM!
Her body shimmered with intense light. Verdant radiance blazed outward from her form with intensity that made the surrounding temple's brilliance seem dim by comparison.
In an instant, reality seemed to fold in on itself as her form split.
