She emerges from the rift once again, the body of Illaoi splattered with an array of dry-blood--the abundance of variety and species brought difficulty into defining the possessors through its converging paths.
Her body is battered and beaten, the clothes she adorned tattered to an umpteenth of destructive methods. Yet... she is smiling for there is nothing without reward. The joy of battle plastered a smile to her face--one that constantly ejected the escaping blood from her pearly jaws.
There is a hearty laugh containing intervals of wheezing... nevertheless it exists.
“And now... the climb begins.” She cracks her knuckles and joints, releasing the stiffness from her body. “And what a climb it shall be.”
She pounds her chest twice with a brave fist, disregarding the copious wounds and injuries she received. She places a kiss to her hand and sends it to her goddess.
“Praise be, Nagakabouros, I wear these scars with pride and honor. Watch as I make this climb, for I am unyielding... for I am Illaoi.”