A muffled scream rips from my mouth as Roots burrow into my head. Just as I'm about to desperately detach my head again the same Roots burst from my neck and into my shoulders! Over my skull, down my spine, through my veins. Roots dig and twist, just as I thought it couldn't get worse roots burst into my soul. My skills are halted by the overgrowth while my nascent core trembles under the Saints Touch.
"Finality. I regret having gotten so emotional, it's just. Your obstinace enrages us so very much. But I'm positive once you meet the Mother again your tone will change."
The Saint Twits at my Soul somehow splitting my mind in half! One eye opens on the Astral plain, standing beside a large wooden Skeleton. Saint Malady? In the distance the massive silver wood tree looms above us. There is no talking… no negotiation just shear overwhelming hate and desire. Not to kill me, but to claim my flesh as a tool just as my family did to her for for days.
My instinct says run, my heart says fight! My feet say get in line cause I'm already rooted in place. Literally, roots leading back to the massive tree burrow up into my Astral body. They change me subtly while the Saint dose…something I can't even comprehend by manipulating my Soul and the skill Bind to make the changes permanent.
It's only after 10 minutes of agony that I realize the duo are intentionally going slowly. Not just to make me suffer but also to dubble check their work.
Back in the lobby my body gose slack. All of my Astral mass has been taken elsewhere, my Astral body striped away. Leaving me weaker then I've ever felt. Ironically without theses Roots coild though me I'd already be on the floor bleeding out.
My gaze flickers over to what remains of Glutton, the thin apperision of a cat looks confused. So so confused. With great pain I raise my hand to the Spirit." I'm sorry buddy…I should have run. Then maybe, mabye you, we would have lived?"
The lightning spirit looks at me confused for a brief moment. As if it's just now seeing me for the first time.
MEOOW!
With a defiant Roar the Spirit bites into my arm and fades into mr body! With out any available Astral mass, Autoposses must not be in effect, leaving me vulnerable to possession from Angles, Devils and Spirits. Glutton slams into my Soul with all the rage of a storm. My soul and mind burn, Glutton burns, roots burn!
Within the Astral Saint Malady flinches yet continues Supporting the Pillar of life In trying to transform my Astral body into something unrecognizable, even as we both burn alive. Sensing something is wrong the Pillar of life begins excelerating the painful transformation she's putting me through.
But then from each of the gates around my body lightning begins bleeding through slowly the process. Advanced. Build. Surge!
Back with the physical my hands clenched reaching for the Saints exposed core. Rage! Prideful Rage and Sinful Hunger, gave birth to Glutton. A Shard born during the realms rebirth was absorbed by a small beetle. An ounce of Sin was drawn to a like minded soul during the Realms rebirth from beyond the vail. But somehow both these shard became trapped and fused together within a wepon held by this desperate stubborn child! Instead the eating, raging across the sky's! All the Spark ever wanted was to be seen, all the Sin wanted was to feast, and yet something stubborn was born from the two due to exposure to this Fragment! Both shards the Spark of Pride and the Sin of Hunger just want to fade into the Astral now to be reborn again later as is the nature is Spirits when the die. ADVANCED! But a storm builds. Inch by inch a crudely cut yet shap obsidian rock approaches The Saints Core. ADVANCE! Both shards are set loose into the Astral, having been shed shed by a suborn will. Lightning trapped and sharp hunger trears into Fragments Astral body as they rip free from the gate in his chest, confusing the Pillar of Life, but actively hurting Saint Malady as both quickly jump into the powerful manifestation following a lingering desire for revenge.
ADVANCE!
Creekyyy, Snap. Sait Malady's reamaing arm snaps in half as Fragment Advances forward Plunging the Carving Rock into the Saints glistening core while ripping apart his own. "CREAVE!"
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Prince stands before the tower of Saint Malady. Two more hours before this damed thing opens then he'll know. If his brother is alive, dead or something worse.
At first when Princes men arrested the girl know as Ghost and reported this timer having appeared above the dungeon Prince was skeptical but mostly curious. That was until Ghost claimed to be the soul survivor of the dungeon. And her story of having bravery fought her way through horror with nothing but a sharp rock made no sense. Luckily Sally was able to verify what's true and what isn't in her story, so rather then taking the intangible girl at her word she's been thown into magical shackles and is now sitting grumpily on the ground next to Prince.
" I told you! I was alone the whole time! No else is in there! Your wasting your time , we really should just get out of here." The girl pleads yet again.
"If there's anything I've learned in my life, when someone is as insistent as you are then they are probably lying." Prince turns way from the girl just as he sees as her eyes dart to the side.
Except when he looks back at the dungeon the timer has disappeared… panic fills Prince and he reaches for the door only to get blown backwards by an explosion of Force. Flaring his Aura barely dampens the wave enough to hold his ground and not die nor get further tossed around. Once the explosion dissipates he sees nothing. The entire dungeon is gone, replaced by a pit!
Horrified Prince charges into the pit looking for something anything!
A rail thin tangle of Vines rises from a pile of ash the rests at the pit bottom. Saint Malady-Shattered Subpilar of Life-Harmless
"silver prince?…how ironic…to see you again…i'm afraid…you just …missed your brother…we had planned…for you to be united here…in a sense at least…"
Prince storms up to the monster barely able of reconciling what he's seeing with the tariffing memory of what he saw weeks ago now. "Ware is He! Ware is my brother!"
The tangle laughs and visibly withers." Gone!…We don't even know ware!…you're family really is good at stealing things!… The mothers flesh… a whole dungeon…my position…even the mothers chance to get an extra subsidiary was stolen…she'll fall behind the others now…I guess life is out of race."
Prince desperately tries to get coherent information from Saint Malady, but fails to get it to talk again before it withers away completely. Instead he latches onto the word, Gone. Not dead, Gone. Some how, in some way his brother is still alive. Vicious yet Merciful eyes fall upon an exhausted Ghost as a visibly damaged barrier crumbles around her. The sight sets her trembling on the pits edge." I think you should telling me everything you remember, from the beginning this time, my Dear Ghost."