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Think, think, Erefir? Ha! What's there to think about?
She was watching Merel the whole time, listening to what was being said. And at what specific moment did Valis end up inside the historian? That's the point.
The accursed sword still hangs unnaturally in the air: it seems it was "impulse-based," like some very strange Darklands anomalies. Movement is very fast or almost instantaneous. Just a fight.
It would be unpleasant to get injured or die so stupidly, hah. But this is far from the first, and possibly not the last, time that she has to survive in a confrontation with an unknown and clearly very dangerous enemy. And, of course, of course, Erefir couldn't help but become a little superstitious after all those incidents... Because her survival sometimes seemed like a miracle, and for that miracle, it was impossible not to thank the gods.
So now, like a swift landslide, like an erupting volcano, like a piece of meteorite ore passing through a star system along a hyperbolic trajectory, thoughts rushed through her head. These thoughts, acting in parallel in several streams, appealed to Anuzish, who had sheltered them, so that her blessing would protect those who were going to defend the planet itself from the injuries of the all-consuming sword and, even more, from death. To Cosmos, so that she would calm another, evil and ungrateful of her creations, wanting to nullify all the efforts of the celestial goddess. To Rubi and Terron, who recognized Erefir as worthy (albeit under some random circumstances, but weren't coincidences random?) to bear the power of the earth. Could she only be useful against Despair, or could she strike down any enemies of Anuzish? To Grevan, her main teacher and blacksmith, who forged weapons not against people, but for people, may he help to subdue this one as well. To their suzerain, the unsurpassed Naria es Diesra Arual, who does not bear divine status, but who knows to what depths of hell Erefir's prayer to the one who was her second mother will be carried, and who now needs their victory, for their sake, for her own sake, and for all of Welfern.
-- My patrons, I call upon you, -- the Nosenthra stood in a low starting stance. -- May my sword strike down our enemy, who defiles this land. In the glory of me and you, -- the last words were already spoken in a swift run.
"And it would be good if it didn't explode after death and cause a new injury."
6 south, 2 east, 6 north in a straight line, and may Erefir's and Valis' swords both be annihilated, please
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