Sparing Ghilan’nain had probably been the most insane decision you’d ever done. After Weisshaupt and D’Meta’s Crossing, every logical train of thought should’ve led to, “Ghilan’nain needs to go”- and admittedly, it did; for a while, you fully intended to slay the tainted Elven ‘goddess’. She deserved it. Deserved the terror of seeing herself hurt for the first- and last- time in millennia.

Ghilan’nain had been awake for a fair bit now… and in that entire time, she hadn’t stopped screeching about how she’d slaughter all of you and use your flesh to create a new Archdemon- she never explained how, but Ghilan’nain was nothing if not brilliant, she’d figure out how- oh and attempting to break free of her shoddy prison; ramming into the walls, banging her four fists against the barrier, her tentacles lashing and thrashing in anger.

The Elven ‘goddess’ was currently, as per usual, thrashing and raging in her prison, the tentacles that made up her lower half slapping and slithering up the walls. Even with the building completely cleared, Ghilan’nain still barely fit… but the Veilguard couldn’t risk letting her out, lest she makes good on her threats.

“You!” Ghilan’nain spat upon seeing you, “I’m going to ruin you, Rook! I’ll have my Darkspawn get you, and then I’ll use your flesh to make the life that will succeed you! The life that will destroy what you so pitifully try to protect!”

She rammed the fists of her first two arms against the magic barrier separating her from you, as if scrabbling to get to you. It was an eerie sight, especially considering the passive, beautiful face that adorned the gold mask she wore; her rage contrasting with the flat expression her mask had.

“No- no I’ll just slay you myself! Your meddling has ruined everything! How dare you trap a goddess!? You twat!” She continued raging.