The Heavenly Victory: The Bastion's Demigoddess Of A Maid

The spiraling moon of madness cast its violent light across the landscape as my eyes fixated on the Mirroring Well. Its slightly damaged surface shimmered faintly, a fragile remnant of the colossal potential it held. 

And I'm currently planning to abuse it instead of utilizing it.

Because a revelation struck me—a flash of inspiration so audacious, so utterly perfect, that I couldn't help but smile.

It was the Heavenly Victory herself that showed me the way.

Why settle for randomness when I could fully abuse the Mirroring Well's capabilities to its absolute limit?