Celestina butchered the void creatures, one by one.
A swarm of them... or was.
Her armor, hair, and face were smeared with their blood.
Bodies littered the ground around her, void creatures in various states of death.
At first, it seemed like there would be no end to them. The more she slaughtered, the more they multiplied.
Yet... Celestina never retreated.
Like a silver-haired maiden of death, she moved through the carnage with a smile on her face.
The more she killed, the better she felt.
Each swing of her sword only fueled her hatred for them.
She loathed them, each and every one.
Her blade dripped with their blood until none were left—except for one.
It stood in front of her.
Celestina grew tired of seeing the same abominations the further she ventured into the tunnel.
This one screeched, echoing off the walls.
It spread its black wings wide, trying to imitate her.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Also, please give me all of those golden tickets and power stones you have hidden!