Seraphielle stared at the gigantic silhouette , of a fire goddess, ancient and wrathful, blazing and towering behind Aurelia, and for several heartbeats, the world seemed to cease moving.
The rain poured around them, hammering against the broken stones of Godrick Manor, yet she barely heard it. The thunder that had been shaking the heavens moments earlier seemed distant compared to the roar coming from the inferno before her.
The figure behind Aurelia was enormous. A woman formed entirely from living flame, her features obscured by the violent brilliance of the fire surrounding her. Her hair streamed upward like rivers of burning gold, and her eyes burned with a fury so ancient that Seraphielle instinctively took a step backward.
Morxora, The forgotten goddess. The name that had been erased from sacred records. The deity whose existence had been buried beneath centuries of lies, fear, and blood.
And she was looking at Seraphielle, staring down at her.
