The Rogue Citadel acted faster than MF thought, a thousand circuit formations were ascending in a ray, plunging into the sky and were scattered in a dome shape rather erratically with dancing circles and glowing clockworks spreading particles.
"Ah, trying to run away I see."
MF hadn't got any chances on further experimenting on her divinity in this manner. To test the water, she accumulated a good amount of Faith of Death in her brandished palm and did the same method of extraction like how she did with her Nerull's Bane aura to get its essence, using it as a catalyst before infusing the rest of the divinity into the sharp black spear that manifested from the pitch black of the concept of death.
She then brewed a perfect chemical of explosive substances from the dark seed of creation and imbued the spear into the explosive cocktail, consuming it and regaining its spear form again.
