Chapter 1892 Sanctum Of Defilement(Trans-fuck):>Ep22

• "Interference, for one. The Gods of this world did not sit idly by when their creation was at stake. But instead of smiting her down outright, they maintained the illusion of neutrality. Through their divine magics, they empowered four Heroes with enough of their might to strike her down in their stead. Hubris played a part in her downfall as well, as she didn't believe the Gods would do something so blatant."
• Among the map of locations that stood against the old Skari, four blobs formed. The slime pulsed and stretched upward, reaching out until each creation was at least as tall as Skari herself. The four figures came into focus. All but their faces, which remained indistinct. A tall, armoured hard customer with a sword; a lithe being in a cloak and wielding a bow; another in religious vestments and kneeling in a state of prayer; the last in obscuring robes, resting on a curved staff.
• "The Warrior. The Hunter. The Healer. The Destroyer. It was this quartet that spelled your predecessor's doom, trapping me down here and leaving me to...become like this." Nilith waved a hand over herself. "I was actually quite small, once. It took me a decade to grow large enough to break out of the prison of that damn plinth."