The Predicament Of The Three Maiden Gods
"To think that we were imprisoned inside of that thing for almost three thousand years..." Korvax (left) hissed as he glared straight at the small, unassuming amulet that was lying on the ground. "I would just grab my warhammer and smash it into a thousand pieces if I still had it with me!" Sygros (middle) turned his eyes towards Korvax and raised his eyebrow, visibly unimpressed by his companion's fiery outburst. "The old magic permeating the Theon Desmos makes it almost impossible to destroy. Not even one of your strongest warhammers would have done the job." Sygros digressed, only to then shift his eyes back towards the artifact. " At best, you might end up reactivating it, imprisoning us once again inside of its never-ending confines for another three millennia. Even in context of our current predicament , that does not strike me as the brightest of ideas." "Agree," Vorlen (right) added, placing his hand on his hip as he looke...