Her actions against the ruinous waves of ethereal tendrils would only result in her untimely death. Many of them pierced her limbs, forcing her on a kneeling position before she started feeling her own mind twist and bend. Fading away into the nothingness of the void. Eventually she had only become part of the environment as a soulless statue fallen prey to the waves of change.
Again. Her eyes opened only to see herself at the bed of the same lake she first emerged from. In the distance her former body laid bare, already covered by rot. Whether she was a copy or the original never felt so indistinguishable. Like a hard reset she found herself next to the lake facing the two giants clashing, while the winged Sun kept watch over her every move. Never moving. Always watching.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
