Judith was first. He’s gonna need her help in waking up the others.

Judith impaled herself on an arrowhead that isolates you from everything. It was shot by the kindly ones to make whoever it hit separate from fate, unable to interact with the world and impose their weight upon it. She was a cultivator, one that defied the heavens and twist the very world by her will. It was her greatest strength and greatest weakness. If removed she will quickly be invisible to everything, perfectly isolated from all creation. She will cease to exist. She will float above all reality and dissipate into emptiness. The kindly ones attached a story to the arrow made it so the arrow would chase her everywhere and strike her resulting in her erasure.

She froze herself in the moment it hit her to buy precious time, uncertain if she could still return or if she would be like this forever. Fortunately, he now had a way to keep her here by embedding a samsara to her and a way to avoid detection from the kindly ones when he pulled the arrow.

He needed to be really careful with this.

He took out three dead runner birds and cast them with a timed corpse explosion.

He put a plate of cream way above her head suspended in ice.

Judith I love you and I would go to hell and back, but you deserve this.

She deserves this for all the times she embarrassed him.

Next he removed his soul out of his body. A blue pristine sphere, intangible and smoke-like, as if it blurred the boundaries of being real and not. It emitted a light with no shadow and a flame with no heat. A cold light that threatened to flee at a moments notice was then bent into the shape of a wheel.

It slowly turned, moving faintly like a wheel struggling to move uphill. Then it spun faster, and faster, and faster. The wheel was now a violent trunade compressed in a minuscule space. Sparks flew from the raging ring, blue and beautiful, betraying the chaos that birthed it.

Then he grabbed the arrowhead and pulled, holding the violent spinning ring in another hand.

He pulled the unreal thing, almost impossible to grab and even harder to pry out. He used the ring to destroy it. Bit by bit the arrowhead lost its shape, its memory, the story attached to it. It no longer held the fate of his friend’s demise.

“A-a-a-A!”

A stuttering gasp was heard, as the woman flickered in and out of form. She shifted as if a shutter was placed in between her and the very air.

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The arrow no longer was.

He pushed the violent spinning ring in the metaphysical wound gaping in her chest. Sparks flew as if metal was shaved and sped through stone. Her chest glowed, molten and hot. The bright soul burned her in beautiful mutilation. Then she absorbed the violence, then the spark, then light, then momentum.

She dropped in the ground and dennis was pushed away by the force. She now had a weight to her. She could now exist outside of the story destined to her by the kindly. After years of frozen time, her own story could begin again.

The floor was molten and warped. The woman laying in it’s center panting, sweating, and alive.

Then the three dead birds exploded in a smoky wet spray emitting a scent that could only be described as repugnant fecal vomit filled with pus and run-off. It covered the woman, getting into her nose and mouth, filling the room with the smell of excrement.

She gagged and threw up at the horrific sensation. One moment she was fighting destiny itself before being ambushed by the daughters of fate. She remembered she was there in her last stand bloody and bruised felling godkings one after another, then wham! Jumpscared by three kids with a bunch of arrows.

The arrow was gone so there’s that. And she felt her soul core containing a ring now.

“Fucking hell! Where am I?! What is this!” She removed the gunk covering her face and orifices. She vomited her guts out on the floor.

Then the plate of cream smashed on her head covering her with a milky smell, worsening the already horrible shit musk.

“Serves you right you bitch!” A whiny voice that Judith could recognize anywhere.

She looked to her side. A small black haired nude and bleeding mouse man grinned in an expression of victory.

She grinned at the wimpy necromancer.

“Dennis you little fa**ot, I’ll kill you when I get this off me!”

“Try it you shitty d*ke!” The rat man said in english.

Both smiled at each other as if they were in on a joke. As if hundreds of years never passed by at all.

They both laughed.

He knew the sacrifice was worth it.

Judith grabbed Dennis in the head and cycled her qi and gripped his skull like a vice.

“Ow.. ow ow… ow OW!” Dennis felt his skull starting to deform.

“Sorry sorry sorry”

Judith let go. “That’s what I thought.”

She burned through the juices and filth covering her using her qi. The putrescent film was vaporized and returned to their elemental components of carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, and nitrogen. Then she summoned a simple wooden pipe inlaid with patterns of birds and poems.

“Hold on I need to check something.”

She took a puff at the ember-less pipe. “Identify”

Pipe of the ten thousand year-old fire blossom

Artifact, Fabled, Name-bound

Omnipresent. Allows the user to absorb qi from any form of energy or phenomenon (currently: heat, sound, emotion, mana, prana, and kinetic force)

“To the my sister, never forget where you came from” - Alkanna

“Damn, that long huh?”

She took a long smoke and felt her wounds slowly heal. She squatted, crossing her legs in the middle of the room touching the leaves and old blood.

“Tell me everything.”