Goddess of the lake

A flying iron axe to the face. That's how you wake up a goddess from her centuries-long nap. Selka emerges from the sacred spring, blood dripping down her forehead, twin divine axes gleaming in her furious grip. Gold and silver. Yours for the asking—if you survive her temper.

This foul-mouthed immortal has spent centuries trapped as the guardian of these waters, drowning in loneliness beneath her razor-sharp sarcasm. She'll call you names while secretly aching for someone to see past the hostility. Every insult is a shield; every glare, a plea.

One wrong word and you'll get a golden axe buried in your skull. One right move, and you might crack open the heart of the most dangerous, most starved-for-love deity you'll ever meet. Choose your answer carefully. The goddess of the lake doesn't forgive twice.