Hazoret - Bloodlusts initiates

Hazoret brought down her spear.

"The Hours are moments away. May the final Trial begin."

The god held up her hand, and Hazoret's mark of battle rage appeared over their heads.

Samut had studied the effects of Hazoret's magic, of course, but experiencing it was entirely different than reading about it.

She needed to fight.

She needed to win, to appease, to curb the favor of the chosen daughter of the God-Pharaoh.

Hazoret's magic was a welcome, zealous fire in their minds and a rush of strength in their limbs. All were enchanted, all were under the same spell. Each driven to maim, kill, let go of their logic and embrace Hazoret's fervor.

Conscious thought was lost.

Only the need to battle remained.

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JUDGEMENT