HEIR OF LIGHT
She looked at him in horror, for if the ink faded away, derora would cease to exist as she were, her identity, personality, what made derora her would fade away, and what would be left was a fleshy husk, pliable to do the bidding of whatever being fast enough to bind her mortal form to its service,
A fate far worse than death
"What have you done?" derora screamed,
"Me?, I did nothing of such" he replied in a mocking tone,
"It seems like somehow the life force that herega bestowed once upon you is fading, and as such it is eating away your soul also. Do you know what's next?" He asked,
They all knew what happens once you have no soul to go to either the Paradise of the gods or the underworld,