Victoria never expected to be warned about worse threats to her life so soon after barely escaping death.
Her phantom doppelganger had just warned her that the dungeon she presided over would most likely be targeted by others, as long as she lived.
What kind of life was that? Wouldn't it have been better if she gave in and allowed death to claim her?
"Why me…" she said, exasperated.
Her double just smiled.
Victoria's eyes turned to the altar, and the silver knife on it, the purple vessels on it pulsing with power. If her life would be spent in constant peril, then she couldn't afford to let her guard down for a single moment.
"Oh?" the phantom double asked, blinking as Victoria took purposeful steps toward the knife, newly-equipped boots giving her strides appropriate gravity.
She pulled the knife off the altar.
Now, she had a weapon of self-defense.
Victoria turned towards the browning patches on the altar where her current body lay before.
