[You have opted to keep Blessing of the Crow, Tier 1, as a permanent ability.]
*BOOM*
The shock wave that radiated throughout his body was like a thunderstrike to his soul, and he fell to the ground gasping for air with incomprehension while his innards felt like they were violently rearranging themselves. His eyes went wide and bloodshot as green, black, and crimson lights illuminated across his skin in strange patterns before shimring away to present elsewhere—causing burning sensations wherever they went.
His eyes rolled back into his head, and everything went black as his body spasd, but from sowhere deep inside him…his consciousness began to erge again.
Only it wasn’t…it wasn’t aware of his surroundings. Rather, it was aware of who he was as a person…of his desires and the reasons for having them. It was almost as if he was in a ditative state, and all the pain from his body rapidly disappeared as his senses dulled to make way for this new wave of inner sensation.
Then, from sowhere within the jumbled thoughts and chaotic disorder of the rampaging energies running through his body…a glowing sensation of warmth began to erge.
He saw them now—the green, crimson, and black lights. They were digging through his thoughts, tearing at them only to piece the thoughts back together one by one until the lights sensed this core.
It was the core of his soul.
The lights began swimming through the jumbled chaos to get to it. He watched as they surged forward, clinging to one another and then accumulating their energy into one mix and match of a swirling vortex as it ca face-to-face with the inner ball of energy Riven’s body contained.
He kept his eyebrows raised, slowly coming to his feet and hesitantly walking over to the table while eyeing the chessboard. Then he glanced down to the chair, and then to her again where she remained smiling with wicked white fangs bared his way under beautiful golden eyes—eyes that he specifically avoided eting. “You want to play you in a ga of chess?”
She didn’t reply, rely waiting for him to sit as the snakes of her hair aggressively hissed and snapped at him. The way she looked at him gave him the feeling that he shouldn’t trust her—scread at him not to trust her—and his base instinct was to run… Unfortunately, there was nowhere to go. The way out had been sealed already, and he saw no other door beyond the piled, withered corpses of victims long dead.
Other than the chessboard, next to the plate with the eyeballs and tongues was a long, slender knife made from silver that was coated in blood down to the handle. The plate also had an odd, out-of-place set of words along the white ceramic rim, and the center of the plate acted as a mirror in the middle.
“Chess…is truly a ga of wit…” the dusa hissed, her long green snakes shifting in unison as they looked him over with the occasional baring of fangs. Her slender fingers ca down to the board, putting the tip of one finger on one of the splendidly carved wooden rooks and then gesturing to the other pieces. “White or black?”
His eyes narrowed. It’d been a long ti since he’d played chess, but his father had made it a habit when he’d still been around. “White.”
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