This was it, the last moment she'd ever exist again. The hydro archon, Focalors, about to be executed. And yet she did was danced, she kept a calm smile on her face in her last moments.

The blade hanging right above her head spinning slowly, waiting for the time to be right, as Focalors paused and smiled.

"Seems the time for my execution is near—"

she sighed, looking up at the blade and then began dancing once more, her hair flowing gracefully.

"The time.. gods and mortals both fear.."