The battle raged on, as the struggle grew more and more desperate, life grew restless, swirling like like a vortex, and it upon being faced with traitors to life that the first miracle occurred, the commandant grasped upon the true essence of her talent, chaos reigned all around her, blades encroached upon her life, having already claimed her left eye, a deep gash left right across the face, bloody and gruesome, she ignored it, the adrenaline pumping through, bloodstream infused with it, making Antieeld utterly oblivious to the agony she was supposed to be experiencing.
Instead, she was absolutely ecstatic, maybe the gods were not completely gone after all! Perhaps there was justice in this world, some sort of esoteric circle manifested below her feet, onto the ground, casting some sort of quickly disappearing mist.
