Fanfare: If Avarice is active for you, evolve this follower.
The goddess dances under the full moon's light, fresh blood painting her blades. Her laughter rings across the night air, as fallen heads drift upon the sanguine river. "Ugh, you're talking about my mom. Not that I can't decapitate someone, but I'd rather not."
In the dark hours of slaughter, she dances. Every movement is a paean to those she has reaped. Her steps rend the earth asunder, as yet more heads join their departed brethr— "Also not me. Mom's the one who's into the earth-quaking, heads-flying stuff."
/ 600 (Animated)