They stood over Farah’s dead body. Camellia’s tattoo shone brightly, forming the Heka sword in her left hand. It now glowed with a golden string in addition to its vibrant blue ones.

In shining red wisps, the essence of her love flew around her standing soul. “It will burn like hell, don’t let go of the essence,” Camellia informed Farah, who listened intently.

Camellia held the sword in both hands. She whispered as she raised the pommel to her lips. “Hear my cries... remember your truth... remember yourself... Farah... ethereal Bennu.”

The golden strings completely encircled the sword. Camellia pushed it up, stabbing it roughly downward just above her dead heart.

The sword rested in her heart; the golden strings had turned into blazing flames. It reached Farah’s soul, grabbing into the red wisps of her love. She felt a strong stirring in her heart.

With a melodious cry that echoed throughout the demolished city, the flames grew into a raging inferno, devouring her body and soul. The flames flared up, and a heron bird emerged from the fire, spreading its wings wide and embracing the flames that danced around it.

Farah was consumed by the flames, reducing it to a pile of smoldering ashes. The city went dark and silent once more. Camellia was nervous, but she didn’t think for long as the blue strings flew slowly back to her tattoo.

A gentle breeze began to stir from the ashes, carrying a soft light with it. Slowly, a radiant form emerged from the ashes of the fire.

Farah was reborn.

Rosalia was the last person to arrive in the destroyed city. She held the dome pocket reality between her hands. Rayan kept an eye on her as she placed the dome carefully on the ground. Everyone looked at each other as the final moment arrived.

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Rosalia took a deep breath before revealing that reality to the real one by unfolding the dome. The dome shook violently, and the ground beneath their feet trembled.

It began as a subtle, barely perceptible vibration, but within moments, the earth roared, unleashing a tempest of raw rage. The dome appeared to spin out of control as the tremors intensified. The earth shook and buckled.

Everything came to a halt. The strings that hold the dome together slowly disintegrate into thin air. A swirl of white silky thick thread flew free from its enslavement. The thread eventually came to rest on a high rock directly across from their standing bodies.

The thread gradually transformed into a human silhouette, revealing Nadine. Her breathing was steady but low.

Rayan blew on a small metal whistle with his hand. It had the sound of a dissonant trumpet. His presence was accompanied by a chilling wind that whispered of his presence, sending shivers up their spines. When Osir entered the human realm, he carried a solemn grace and a sense of longing in his every movement.

Osir recognized the sound as a sign that he had finally found the final variant. He will regain his love. He walked past them, invisible to his luminous eyes, until he came to a halt in front of the last one. He squatted down and yanked Nadine from her hair, startling her awake.

He was irritated as her horrifying cry filled his ears. Hundreds of black wisps swirled around his body. “I never imagined this day would come. My love will return,” he said, grabbing her hair and smashing her face into the hard broken ground. His laughter grew louder with each hit he delivered to her. She clutched his hand, pleading with him to let go.

He thrashed her even more. “They believe they are smarter than me, hiding behind those laughable agreements to hide their realms from me, thinking I won’t find her and bring her back to me.” He laughed at her pleading and mercilessly hacked his right hand into the middle of her uprising chest. Nadine screamed in agony.

An unsustainable light came from within her weak standing body and wrapped around his black veined hand. He shook his hand inside her chest.

She screamed like a dying banshee, deepening the fissures in the ground. With his other hand caressing her raven hair, he watched her last tears run over her pink cheeks before he ripped her heart out, the light that was covering his hand inside her erupted violently over the city.