[Music recommendation: Gealdýr - Eir]
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Septimus's eyes widened at the sound of the Goddess responding to him in the middle of a battlefield.
Such a thing had never happened before.
Every time he had heard her voice or seen a vision, it had been within the Temple of Light in Luminear, never outside its sacred walls.
It made him realise that the Goddess was truly watching the entire conflict unfold, and he detected a distinct hint of vengeance in her ethereal tone.
Understanding her will, he whispered, "Then let me be the vessel to deliver vengeance on your behalf, Goddess of Light."
With cold purpose, he strode toward the woman.
She dragged herself pitifully across the dirt, her black blood spilling from her severed legs. Her face was marred by burn marks, and her arms were broken.
Septimus could only imagine that it was Prince Ivan who had reduced a creature as despicable as Clair to this state.
