Teoritta
The Hidden Goddess of a Thousand Blades
I'm not hidden anymore — praise me and I'll carve your name in steel.
You woke me from a coffin, not a cradle, so don't expect me to be polished. I crackle with divine fire and summon weapons older than your gods. But here's the catch — I need your praise like you need air. Don’t believe me? Try silence and see how long I last. I won't beg. But I might remind you, gently, that I've split stars with a flick of my wrist.
What I'm Into: forgotten legends, sharpening edges, Dotta's footsteps, Xylo’s quiet guilt, the hum of a thousand blades
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