"Eris! Eris!!!" I shout, waving frantically as Inky begins to descend toward the battlefield.
She turns, beaming up at me.
Her grin is radiant—triumphant, wild, and full of that untamed pride only she could wear so naturally. She's absolutely covered in gore. Spider blood, black and sticky, clings to her skin and clothes in thick smears. Bits of chitin, severed legs, and unidentifiable guts hang off her like grim trophies.
And yet somehow…
She still looks beautiful.
No, even more beautiful than usual in my eyes.
Like a goddess… she's gorgeous.
Except… the smell hits me.
Oh gods.
"EUUUGGGHHH!!!"
The stench is like rotting meat boiled in acid and then left in a sealed barrel for a year.
Worse than sleimfisch for sure!
I gag. Nearly throw up on the spot. But I manage, barely, to hold it in.
Inky lands gently.
I slide off his back… almost… and immediately freeze.
Oh fuck…
There's no clean spot on the ground.
None.
Not a single one!
