When Lydia and the Dryad-Queen connected, there was a wholly-unexpected release of energy as the two giant women attempted to subdue each other. Celeste, hardly a waif herself but still at the mercy of the much larger women, was initially in awe of the spectacle, until she realized that a perfect opportunity was presenting itself for her. Her experience as a white mage allowed her to harness nature-based magic, and her recent conversion to the forces of darkness allowed her to feed on the demonic elements as well. And feed she did...
So it was when the smoke cleared and both Lydia and the Dryad-Queen were exhausted, panting on their knees at the physical and spiritual drain their conflict had put them through, the demonic witch realized her new servant was... gone.
"It seems Celeste wasn't able to survive my might," she mused, not overly concerned. "Oh, well. You will still bow before me, Queen of Weeds."
The Dryad-Queen sneered at the threat, knowing it was empty as the one she was about to deliver; neither giant could stand, let alone fight. "You will lick my feet in submission before this day is done, Fool-Witch."
"Oh, that is a wondrous idea! I may have to borrow it, as I've already borrowed much more from you two!" The voice rang out from above the castle courtyard, somehow melodic and thunderous at the same time. The two enormous women were cast in shadow and frozen in shock, until Lydia finally was able to name the monolith before them.
"...Celeste?"
Celeste... had grown. No longer at the Dryad-Queen's mercy, the corrupted mage now towered over the entire landscape, the castle barely brushing the top of her knees. The mighty mages who previously overpowered her were now nothing but dolls in comparison. A deep, unearthly glow emanated from her eyes, and an insane smile split her lips.
"Oh yes, little 'mistress'," the godlike mage giggled. "Your pawn has learned too well from you, it seems. I saw an opportunity to gorge myself on the energies you two foolishly expended, and I took it. And, oh my, look at the results! I believe that I'm dissolving our partnership, Lydia; it's hardly right for a being of my power to serve a speck like you. However, the two of you can look forward to an eternity of slavery to your new goddess! I'm hardly sated with the measly amount of power I've taken from you two. All magicks will be mine before the next sunset, if I've anything to say about it!"
Celeste's deranged laughter echoed through the kingdom.
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