Death laughed, a spear of her own forming in her hand, made from lightning and nothingness made tangible, and strode towards Ella. She paused for a moment, as she felt her excess strength waning. Something was blocking the connection between her and her younger self. Oh well. It would take more than that to stop her.
"Assassin," she said, "tell me the tale of how Rome fell." Assassin nodded and began to weave his tale. Of how Rome's emperors grew weak in mind, soft in body, fragile in heart. Of how its mighty armies shattered, and its wonders crumbled. Of how mere barbarians, armed with little more than their fury and greed, sacked Rome's treasures and drove it to its knees. Of how "Eternal" Rome died. Ella and her allies who drew upon the legacy of Rome also began to feel their strength waning.
Victoria listened dreamily to the story of an empire crumbling, while Assassin continued to mine the shit out of everything.
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"Sooooo...you're Saver?" Jacob said, walking towards the woman.