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The mouth also hoped to be entertaining to Galaxian. It scurried away with mock fear, 'lips' spread apart as if yelling. However, at about the same time as Chan's sprint out, the mouth dissipated back into normal shadow.

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Not surprisingly, it was an entirely different experience trying to get caught on purpose. Chan trudged through what looked like miles and miles of rolling hills, devoid of even a single sheep that might signal the presence of a farmer. It took hours to arrive at the edge of the forest. The weather had never been that great to begin with either. A white mist was beginning to settle on the fields. It was partially thanks to the fake, glowing horns as well as her wreath of purple flames that the mist wasn't hindering her sight. The light from both cut straight through. Perhaps the glow would draw humans towards her as well.

''This is for them. The way I am now, I'm more or less dead weight.'' She wanted to be able to stop any more deaths from happening, and to do that she needed what she had lost. Simply forgetting and running wouldn't do anymore. She'd finally realized that after centuries.

Even so, no amount of 'purpose' would stop the panic building up in her chest. Chan stopped trying to fight it. The light surrounding her had chased away the shadow from before, so before long she began to cough again. She closed her eyes to bide the current bout.

Color

She could see sparks of purple and red lighting up along the line of trees. Opening her eyes, those fires were replaced with the faces of people.

Almost immediately her legs crumpled from beneath her. She could barely breathe, barely see from all the purple fire that hovered around her. The humans recoiled from what they saw as demonic magic.

Black liquid dripped down Chan's mouth. When the townspeople saw that the goddess hadn't moved, they began to advance with the small knives and tools they had been holding.