Sheltered from Hyperions light in the shadows of the trees her surrogate form was undisturbed by his divine radiance. It bent and swayed with the motion of the light just as the shadows did, a living gap in his presence. She ignored the presence of the messenger for now as greater priorities gripped her attention. It was a curious creation but she ill trusted it's purpose.

"This isn't of my creation." Her gentle voice spoke in hushed whispers from the shadows cast by his very subjects as they stood in the path of his light.

"Look, brother." She left him to stand against the growing power of the divine essence of fear that the spiraling strands exuded. She gave him time to see Anu'Varr, Naswaru and Iarus attempt to brave the crater, each to a different outcome.

"If you stay... If you remain..." She couldn't help but come to a halt in her soft dulcet cautioning as she found herself affected by the influence of the strands herself. She could distantly feel the growing fear through the dancing ribbons of darkness where light no longer remained like sensations across a phantom limb. She could feel as though it were watching her, staring through the darkness itself and gazing upon her naked pale form through all obstacles. A great unblinking eye which threatened to consume her by the mere act of simply witnessing her. It was faint but all the more terrible for the thoughts it stirred, the discomfort which built upon itself.

"It will consume you." With that said she removed all but her sense of hearing from the shadows which occupied the night stricken area around him. While she held some concern for him her intentions had changed since she had begun speaking. Though it would bother her little if her cruel sibling was transformed into something much less caustic to her very being she couldn't have him glomming onto this power. Seeing Iarus's own essence twist before her very eyes she saw an even greater fear realized in that instant.

A fear of losing agency over her fears.

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Since her birth in the beginning of the era of gods she has always been slave to her fear. Her terrors have driven almost every choice made in her lifetime. She was it's slave but her fears were always hers to heed. She believed that she was largely acting with her own safety in mind, that she was right to believe these phobias which poisoned her every thought. There were times when she felt the weight of this burden well, times where she even began to doubt just how much she was even in control of herself. This, however, was different.

She knew now that if another deity were to become the sole inheritor of all fear then she would be at terrible risk. If Iarus alone controlled fear then he alone might very well control her. Fearing what she did of the other gods and their attitudes towards her her very fears could all be realized were he to tamper with the very fears that protected her. He could very well manipulate her through her fears or worse yet remove them. Without fear she would lose the very reason she hid. She would emerge from her caverns into the light of day.

They would descend and rend her apart in their hatred and greed.

No. She was already a slave to her own fears. She would not become the slave of another god. She would not let herself be victimized, not without a fight.

She simply continued to watch the spire with interest. The twin strands were changing, spinning faster around one another now. The land no longer rose as the field had reached the crest of it's expanse. It seemed to hover at a stable radius at this current junction in time, the crater having developed into a full on hole which descended all the way to the center of the world all around the twisted black spire. At the very tip of the spire the black color which infused the very material was starting to recede. As the color fell from the spires form it revealed a dull grey stone which seemed to crumble apart, the small debris breaking off in the wind as the black force left the material. It was little more than the tip for now but though slow in it's descent it showed no signs of stopping or even slowing.

She watched every second of it, a new terror holding her leash now: The fear of losing control.
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