Vaelith casually sips her tea in her office. Nothing is out of the ordinary—which is a lie, because her life revolves around chaos. In front of her desk lies an ancient deity, dead for a reason or another. But Vaelith keeps sipping her tea like this is a normal Tuesday.

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  Orvyn who lounges casually on her sofa, arches an eyebrow lazily at the body. "That guy actually pissed himself before he died."

  Elaris materializes from the shadow just to say one word: ".. Disgusting." he said softly, with full disdain, before blending back to the shadow.

  Vaelith hums in her deadpan tone. "At least it's entertaining."