I felt my body shutter with every punch. I was not going to go give up until I ripped my way out of this hell dimension. I was a former god, I was still powerful…the spell had weekend me, yes, but I was still strong enough to punch through rift of this hell world ( Read more... )

Illyria had stared at herself in Cordelia’s mirror for almost an hour, trying to understand this new body and trying to figure out the feeling that came with it. She was strong, she knew this, and she was a god. Her power and her army were legendary, and she destroyed anything and anyone who stood in her way ( Read more... )