The atmosphere surrounding Dola underwent a radical, surreal transformation. The metallic tang of blood and the acrid, choking fumes of black powder that had dominated the Plains of Lamping were abruptly bleached away. In their place, within a perfect ten-meter radius of the entity, a sweet, intoxicating scent bloomed. It was the fragrance of Orchid-Ether—a scent so divine and ethereal it was said to only exist in the celestial gardens of the Elder Gods, a perfume meant to soothe the souls of the weary.
But to Governor Caelistra, who was currently reduced to a pathetic heap of trembling flesh on the dirt, that fragrance was the most beautiful scent of a funeral shroud. It was the smell of a final, elegant end.
