Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170724123808/@comment-25073873-20170824145523

The golden gauntlet extended up Amaryllis' arm as she drained Stendarr of his essence, purifying it for her own use. As for the sword, perhaps it was a bit late. The weapon in Amaryllis' left hand disintegrated into petals which flowed in a thick stream, to deflect Stendarr's blade back.

"Shatter, Second Illusion. My connection to my sword has been restored. My authority is also solidifying. You have lost, Stendarr. A failed god. Or rather, as I would now say, a mere mortal" smiled Amaryllis, as the golden armor covered her whole arm with glittering plates. From her right shoulder, a white crack seemed to extend in the air, before it burst apart to form one angelic wing.

"Such tainted and processed divinity, though. Not enough to open another level. I will have to devour your pantheon and perhaps even some of the Daedra. I am sorry."