Magic began coursing through the city, rivers of it. More power than the Drow goddess ever dreamed of witnessing ran freely through the streets, touching every living creature at once.
"Necela, what are you doing?!" Viekirra snapped.
"This piece your city surrounds... I lost it long ago, and with it a fragment of my power. Why is it down here I don't...- Lolth. That is how she..." Necela drifted off, her body immolating in the cyan colored energy.
"Necela?"
The Night Goddess turned toward Viekirra, "The puppets met an end because they weren't ready for the power of the shard. Though this one was prepared and with that I was able to unleash the power of it..."
A warm smile drew across Necela's face as a stray tear ran her cheek. With a light hearted voice, in a way that made her seem a
