The Whispering Codex, The Unfurling Mind, The Ink That Sees, The Blooming Filth.
Alyss continued to cut down the Icons of Outer Gods one by one as the statues all returned to blank slates one by one.
But with each battle, with each unintentional consumption of the Icons, Alyss could feel the chains binding her limbs becoming tighter and tighter to the point where she couldn't even execute her threefold strike anymore.
All she could do was basically throw herself at them with whatever she could still do and watch as the chains caused a backlash.
Once that happened, she just needed one final strike before her limbs would consume them.
At this point, she had lost a lot of blood and her face was pale.
The chains that bound her were now restricting her regeneration even on her main body as tiny black limbs struggled to stitch her wound together.
There were three more islands left.
Just three more.
