When the lamb is down and torn asunder, it awakens the GOAT from their slumber.

And that was going to be the case here. The Lamb was pretty badly injured during a crusade, to the point that they were bleeding, one eye was swollen shut, the other one completely reduced. Wether that was building anger or something else, nobody knew. Perhaps a sign they were about to be martyred. Again. Either way, that's what this enemy was trying to do, like all the others.

It was giant. And the Lamb had ducked behind a particularly large rock just in the nick of time for a ring of fire to have hit where they were previously standing, the rocks shielding them. But they didn't emerge. Not immediately. Their attention was taken by a puddle.

A strange, purple puddle, with what lookednto be symbols resembling eyes. That wasn't there before...huh. well, the Lamb decided to get a closer look, but as they leaned over to look at this strange puddle, one drop of blood from a cut on their cheek dripped down into this puddle, to which it reacted.

It seemingly started up a ritual, judging by the red pentagram like portal and ancient symbols. The thing that showed itself seemed to look...just like it. Perhaps it was a mere reflection? But...no. something told the Lamb that it wasn't. The horns. There was a difference.

The horns were more curled. Bigger.

And as the Lamb moved its hand, so did this reflection. Hand curled the exact same way as the little God's. Waiting for that hand to get close enough.