Are you familiar with that frustrating feeling when you're in a ditch you can't get out of by yourself, so you call a friend to help.
But while that friend does end up coming, they take their sweet goddamn time doing so?
In that moment, you're not sure whether you want to be more thankful or beat the everliving shit out of them.
That was exactly the internal crisis I had to go through when I held Aurieth again after a little over a month.
But all that tension bled out of me soon, replaced by a confident calm as the golden blade glowed brighter in response to my Essence.
I grinned and spun in mid-air before cartwheeling down, letting gravity do its work while also building immense momentum on my own.
The God took a single step back as I crashed with the force of a falling meteor, cratering the frozen ground under the flattening weight of my greatsword.
