Her eyes widen in alarm. Gaia is impossible to misidentify, and she knows it isn't it, yet, so like it—
The terror of a bloodsoaked king is nothing compared to the loss of one who might protect. She quickly summons distractions: djinn and serpent queens, heroes on carpets, all the illusions of her stories to attack and distract. The damage isn't much, but it may weaken them enough that Julius has room to protect himself.]
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Her eyes widen in alarm. Gaia is impossible to misidentify, and she knows it isn't it, yet, so like it—
The terror of a bloodsoaked king is nothing compared to the loss of one who might protect. She quickly summons distractions: djinn and serpent queens, heroes on carpets, all the illusions of her stories to attack and distract. The damage isn't much, but it may weaken them enough that Julius has room to protect himself.]