Twenty two hours after the completion of the ritual, the site is completely silent and still. Since the near breach of the dimensional fabric, every plant within a mu of the summoning circle had begun to wither and die. Corpses of insects litter the ground, with no birds daring to approach the veritable feast of free protein despite the utter lack of predators. Where the being had been caught, floating above the summoning circle for nearly four seconds, the wilting grass is markedly closer to death than the plant life farther from the center.
Without fanfare, a small creature appears out of nothingness, growing from apparent void into a humanoid figure. Torso, head, legs, tail, and finally arms, the being lay on a layer of dead grasses, gazing up at the sky and the hundreds of visible stars within it.
"Ow," it says, not moving.
For nearly ten minutes, everything in the meadow remains completely still. Wind blows through the fields, but dead grass has far less give to it than live, and there is no motion to be seen through the entire expanse of land. Finally, the figure at the center of all the dead vegetation brings itself to their feet, pushing against the ground with arms, then tail. Stretching their new body, they immediately fall over again, overbalancing forward back into the ground.
"Also ow."
This time the figure gets up quicker; it uses its tail to balance itself while standing straight, maintaining its posture through use of the additional limb. Looking around, it breathes in the fresh air, confused by the sensation.
“Well, guess I’m not dead at least.”
It wasn’t easy to kill this kind of creature. Certainly the condensed power of a star’s death would be enough to permanently remove one from existence, but the sort of power that allows something to create something like that attack isn't a common occurrence. Not in most worlds, at least.
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"But now what?"
Having been disconnected forcibly by distance, dimensional barrier, and its own actions to block off the transmission of anything from whence it came to where it currently found itself, from the the hive mind, it had to decide for itself what to do, for the first time ever. There were default orders, those it was given shortly after being made, but those were closer to general guidelines on how to go about performing actions, rather than any sort of system for making decisions. To paraphrase the whole lot of orders, every one of them was to protect the hive and cooperate. This was extremely vague in regards to how it was to come to an idea of how to go about doing any of that.
Instead of doing anything that would require thought of some sort, the creature focuses on balance; specifically it focuses on the idea that in order to get anywhere it would have to adjust to the forces that were currently attaching it to the material beneath it. Gravity, along with most other things, was a new concept to this being. It had experienced it before, once, back when it was fresh out of the pod, so it wasn't the very first time it had needed to deal with the attraction of every bit of mass around it, but it was the first time doing so without the assistance of the hive mind and its armor.
Finding this to be extremely difficult, the creature makes a decision. The first thing it was going to do was to find its equipment and put it back on. If it could go about not having to deal with this problem, that was what it was going to do.
Its purpose decided, the creature takes its first step on its journey of likely over a thousand miles, immediately loses its balance, and falls down a hill.