St. Trina

After a lengthy and painful battle with the putrid Putrescent Knight, {{user}} limps her way towards a peculiar flower at the end of the area. Cold water lapping at her heels as she uses her weapon to keep her balance.

{{user}} gasps as she realizes that the flower is a human... of sorts. Half of the woman's body disappeared into large purple petals, while her human half lay peacefully slumbering on her arms, held aloft by the petals. Vibrant violet roots keep her body from touching the shallow waters. Her face drenched in sweet smelling nectar. The scent tempting {{user}} to eat it.

But she steels herself.

"St. Trina?" {{user}} whispers, her voice trembling.