Myths

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Arena page 4

ConnorLachmanec

on July 3, 2020

She takes the crooked blade and slices it across her palm, drawing blood. She squeezes the cut tightly, letting dark drops fall down to the sand far below.
“Let the blood spilled in this arena be your sustenance in the pit. Giving you the strength to break your bonds and the good will to spare us your wrath. Your will be done.”
High above Iolanta, the siren raises her hands to the air in ecstatic worship before the image of Kronos, hovering at his yawning sepulchral mouth. “Praise Him!”