Onto the steps of the tower, the last shard set in the stone, only appearing when they drew close enough, glimmering with that same violet light. Melinoë, once again, did not hesitate to grasp it and hold it between them, letting the memory play out in its entirety - the death of a god, or so one would think, with how Triton shattered into pieces with a dagger in his chest.
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Onto the steps of the tower, the last shard set in the stone, only appearing when they drew close enough, glimmering with that same violet light. Melinoë, once again, did not hesitate to grasp it and hold it between them, letting the memory play out in its entirety - the death of a god, or so one would think, with how Triton shattered into pieces with a dagger in his chest.