[center][h2][color=rosybrown][i]Willowa Turnas[/i][/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

It saw her. It saw the chains. It saw the delusion. As it loomed before Velo, it saw a glimmer truth and was stricken by the weight of something beyond the cursed hunger it had overcome, and in doing so, it saw no more.

Willowa expected more from the last Watcher, yet it's head was parted from its shoulders without incident. There was a wet plop, not from the armored exterior but from the host it parasitized. A head rolled free of the Watcher, coming to a stop before Azreal. It's skin was pale and hair matted, yet there was the light in its eyes that told of life. He met the eyes of Azreal and its mouth moved in an alien hiss.

It grated against the Drow, but to angelic ears it rang with sweet gratitude before the light left his eyes and the head was truly deceased. This soured her mood considerably as the well spring of emotional anguish and despair went with it, lightening the air of the temple area considerably to her pain-attuned senses. [color=rosybrown]"There's nothing left here that can threaten us."[/color]

Already the light was leaving the temple, dimming till only the natural lighting of the abyss surrounded them. The Drow, seeing nothing left to warrant her size, took the counter-potion and reverted in scale. A fortunate side effect was the reversal of her wounds as the excess flesh worked over the cut and restored it. The pain of others was like fine ambrosia but tolerating unnecesary cuts on her own person was just bothersome. [color=rosybrown]"This looks like a good place to establish. Shall we go report it to the others?"[/color]