In the end, two hours passed. And then four.
After that, Seishan lost track of time. She only noticed that the sun had touched the horizon, and the roaring white expanse of the Weeping Goddess seemed to be painted red by the flaming glow of the sunset.
Or perhaps the canyons were simply overflowing blood, since Mordret was now leading two assaults simultaneously — one below the Great Waterfall, and one above it. He was also conquering the Chained Isles at the same time, as well as waging war against the deepest levels of the Hive in the Glass Hell.
And who knows what else...
"You look tired, Seishan."
An Awakened man wearing a suit of plate armor smiled pleasantly at her from behind the visor of his helmet as his sword rushed toward her heart. Seishan batted the sword away with her forearm and lashed with the other hand. Her fingers tore enchanted metal like paper, ripping the man's throat out.
He died drowning in blood.
The Spell did not announce her kill, though, because the man was merely one of the countless vessels of the King of Nothing — all she destroyed was a minuscule shard of his soul, no more than that.
The smell of blood crawled into her nostrils, making her see red.
She was dying of thirst.
It was ironic. All that was around her were corpses and blood, and yet she could not spare a moment to quench her Flaw.
She sent the toppling body flying with a strike of her palm and rushed forward, her eyes trained on a lumbering Nightmare Creature that rampaged among the Awakened warriors of the Human Domain. As if sensing her thirst, the abomination swivelled its long neck, allowing its head to fall back and hang upside down against its long spine. Its round eyes stared at her with a glassy sheen, and its terrible maw opened to let out a chilling wail.
The familiar words of the human language could be heard in its inhuman shriek:
“You... don't look... well at all..."
Seishan activated her Dormant Ability, turning into a ghastly monster herself. She tore the towering creature apart with her claws and her fangs, finally drinking her fair share of blood.
The blood of an abomination was fetid and bitter.
Blood, blood... there was so much blood around her. The entire Lake of Tears was turning red with blood.
Most of it belonged to Nightmare Creatures, but there was quite a lot of human blood mixed with it, too.
The longer the battle continued, the more blood was spilled.
And the more blood was spilled, the stronger Seishan became. That was the boon of her Ascended Ability.
She was a monster who revelled in slaughter.
All around her, her Blood Sisters were battling the vessels of the King of Nothing, too. Her Transcendent Ability made them far more powerful and deadly than any Ascended was meant to be, closer to Saints than to Masters, and their power made her stronger in turn. Her essence was replenished faster because of them, too. She was using her Awakened Ability as well, making her enemies bleed more profusely while staunching the bleeding of her allies. But Mordret was right. She was tired, tired... The forces of the Human Domain were being pushed back.
Seishan threw the dead abomination down, making the ground shake, and lunged at the next enemy.
The enemy met her with a pleasant smile. “There. I like your true, hideous face far better..."
Seishan growled.
All around her, humans and Nightmare Creatures were laughing at her with the same laugh, looking at her with the same amused gaze, the litany of their voices and howls fusing into a maddening choir.



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