1 Corinthians 15:55

She knew something was wrong. No matter what she tried to staunch the flow of the ooze, it streamed in overwhelming amounts from the crystals that had taken hold of her head. Calamity had identified so strongly with her antlers her entire life - to have them stripped so handily, as if they meant nothing. As if Abraxas had never given them to her at all. He called to her now, summoning her home to her father. She could feel it in her bones. There wasn’t much time for this corpse called her body, so she made her way to the only place she had ever called home.

The Shrine sang to her, even across so many lands. It sang for her and it wept for her. Calamity could hear its toll from every corner of the land, as if a homing frequency had been struck. Come, come, come. And so she dragged her weary body to its shores and stumbled in until she was neck deep. Then… a sparkling light at the center of the Shrine beckoned her closer. Closer. Until she was up to her eyes. Closer. Closer. Closer. And then she was underwater. It rushed into her ears, into the sockets of where her antlers had once been and now sharp crystals grew, it poured into her mouth. And it felt right.

This was how it would end.