Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190531055926

The avatar stepped back after the attack watching her brother react.

"Yes we were given a sphere but even we are capable of change. For you see dearest brother as you were interred in this reality I too was bested and forced back into my sphere. To maintain my existence I anchored myself to another. To the mortal that challenged you to single combat. But there was a catch, as I dying goddess of life I could keep my anchor alive but there was little I could do to keep myself from fading. With no one to worship how could I sustain myself. But there was a vacancy elsewhere and I took your mantle and became a goddess of death."

The avatar took a step closer to Paramool laying an hand on his injured cheek causing it to fester an boil. "Another has taken your mantel of destruction and other of savagery and hunger. I have grown more powerful than I have before dearest brother I only required the key to enter reality and you have provided it. I have grown. I am growing and shall continue as it is my domain. Now return to me dearest brother! Be it wjole or in fragments it matters not. Only that you do."