Sylvanas.
That was her name.
... and instead of taking a step back, she would tackle the creature. There was a small burst of triumph as her motion made solid contact with the foe, and even more when it was successful, pushing the scaled warrior back and away from her even. It was enough to give her a moment to recover from the affects of the holy powers, at least in her form in battle, even though her strength still felt slightly sapped. Her form still unwillingly buckled, forcing her to one knee, and her hands to the ground. There was not much hope of seeing anything, but every other sensation continued. Pain from being attacked. The touch of her palms on the ground. The feeling of everything being twisted and corrupted around her.
Another roar washed over the sound scape of the breaking temple, making the thunderous rumbling on the failing building and still wailing organ seem nothing more than a faint crackle and a sigh. There was power in that roar, from the rage that contained that was like a fire on its own. Flames that brushed at her mind as much as blasting in her ears. But it wasn't a simple rage. There was more power to it, something familiar that once again caused her mind to flick away.
She was killed and enslaved by dark magics and even darker Gods.
Dust was the tears of the stone, and the music the voice it would never have. The place would become even further lost, nothing but broken stone as its vigil ended. What already passed in memory would soon pass in sight too. Above, the few remaining glass panes in the windows shattered, mosaic depictions of the places history lost. Glass shards rained down around the Revenant, but she did not feel them.
She was made to play a game of killing for the entertainment of mysterious Game Makers (Or was that true?)
Reality. The scaled warrior was advancing, but not on her. Its hand reached down towards something, but it wasn't until she felt the presence of the sword rear out that she realized what it was. It seemed Death was to be discarded, left behind for a new power. The Darkness within her once again merely seemed amused, and she felt it push against her mind, willing her to act. To strike out when the foe was distracted. To kill and destroy the feeble power that dared try and match them, even if was just their toy that did the work. To bring all to Darkness, so that they might be.
And, by killing so freely, what separated her the Dark Gods?
The thought quaked through her like the tolling of an almighty bell. She looked over to her opponent, hidden in the dust. To the Scaled warrior whom fought with undying ferocity. To him.
The thought, the moment of doubt was all the darkness needed.
She tried to bring back the walls from before. The precious one memory. The sound of her name. But they were broken and discarded like twigs as the Dark Ones once again seized hold of that body which she thought she owned. She realized that her independence was nothing but a game, that no matter what she did, she would be owned.
But that did not mean she would give up.
"Flee!" Sylvanas shouted, even though her voice would be swallowed. Lost in the sound of dark music. The rage of the other in the soprano. The middle registration was the thundering stone. And the pedal was the Darkness, seeping from underfoot in low toned menace.
Darkness. That was all she knew. But, from Darkness came truth...
In front of them, the lizardman began its charge. The Revenant remained half kneeling, a mockery of prayer made of dark twisted metal and violent intent. The stench of corruption would multiply, becoming an almost oppressive and nauseating thing. Life simply was too an ugly thing, and wouldn't do at all. Frostmourne was too far away grab easily, and other powers that would remedy that power seemed locked away somehow. But there were enough tools, even at their feet, to deal with such a pest.
The lizardman made its attack, leaping into the air, seeming to try and swipe down at their kneeling form. Larger pieces of rubble began to cascade down from the ceiling. Somewhere on the other side of the cathedral, a massive crack could be heard as an entire piece of wall fell. The music continued still, an eternal and entrapping lament. Beautiful.
Just as the foe reached the apex of its attack, the Revenant suddenly sprung up from the ground. In their hand was a jagged shard of glass, once a rose color and now thick with dust and almost visible corruption, which they jabbed upwards. The foe moved differently than anticipated, trying to leap over rather than simply strike, but the foe was still slow. Weakened. It seemed as if the shard, corrupted and poisoned as the rest of the building, would land in flesh somewhere.
And then it would be all over.
Another crash could be heard, following the last from the wall in a cascade of destruction. It seemed the Vigil had made its last stand.
And the truth began, as she remembered that stolen time between rounds. There were two voices speaking. One, speaking first, was softer than the other, more warm like filtered light. The second was sharper, like gravel crunching underfoot. They spoke from somewhere beyond where she was contained, and seemed to think they would be unheard. But, the Darkness heard, and never forgot.
"Once the fighters are chosen, there is nothing that can be done. We have no choice but to go through with it, even if it means-"
"We can't contain it. It will doom us all."
"No, not if we play it right. We give her a choice..."
"Do you really think that will work?"
"What other choice do we have?"
"Try and fix the error. Stack the odds against it as much as we can and stop it before things get worse... It wasn't even meant to be here in the first place."
"The Great One won't like this..."
"As you said, what choice do we have?"
Who was she?
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