I call Phantom, who is sitting on Jennifer’s head. “ You need to detach from me and come out fully.” He nods his head and breaks into sparks that coalesce on my hand as the purple rose. I feel the ethereal strands of the ribbons detaching from my soul and curl up near the flower. I then look at Jenny and say, “ Bring me a purple moon lily, some crystal grass, water dews, and a passion flower of your choice. Remember to put it on your boyfriend’s tab.” She nods energetically and goes into the store to bring the items that I requested.

I take out a jar filled with multiple types of fleshy organs, wooden splinters and metal bits.

As Jenny comes into the room with the plants, she looks at the jar with a slightly horrified look. I quickly told her that I did not murder someone to bring her boyfriend to life, this was a jar filled with a dead mimic, before she freaks out. That seem to calm her down, slightly. I then told her to get out of the room because I needed do a ritual, as she knew that rituals were finicky things she went out of the room quietly. I then put up an anti-observation array in the room. Then I start on the craft.

I take the undead heart out of the chilled box and take out a small knife made of ivory claw with a handle wrapped in cracked black leather. I cut across the centre of the heart. As I open the hole to fit the seed inside it, it still beats. I take the spriggan seed out of its bag and put it inside the heart. As I put it in the seed starts to slightly tingle from the rejection to the undead heart. I start to channel my nature and illusion infused aether into both to stop them from rejecting each other and make them accept each other instead. I take a little bit of the mimic flesh and put it on the hole and make it mimic them through aether manipulation.

I start channelling pure aether into my every movement and ingredients for the ritual to start and the will of the world to notice. I then mash the moon lily leaves that were still with the flower with the crystal grass and water dews with the mortar and pestle from my backpack. I then use that paste to make a ritual circle with five focus circles outside of the centre circle in a pentagram holding the runes of awakening, undead-mix-plant, transformation, animation and soul.

I then start to place the passion flower and some brain matter in the awakening circle, the undead heart with the seed into the undead-mix-plant circle, the whole jar of mimic in the transformation circle, the moon lily and a puppet slime core in the animation circle and lastly in the soul circle I put the medallion which is Phantom’s current body.

I put the most powerful beast core I had, a B-class Moon-attuned beast core. I then stand in the centre circle, cut my hand and as the blood drips into the ritual circle. I take a deep breath, mix pure aether into my voice and start to say,

“I, the lost child of the unknown, call to the will of the world,

From depths unseen, from dreams untold,

Awaken, arise, see this ritual unfold.”

As I say those words, I feel the aether in my surroundings vibrate. Then suddenly I feel something infinitely bigger, something that I could not fathom watching me. I suppress my instincts to drop whatever I was doing to flee and activate my ability to encompass the ritual. I continue,

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“Partner in crime, son of my heart,

Through chains of aether, never come apart.

In this aetheric rite, thy shall bloom,

Awaken, my kin, dispel the gloom.”

I feel something else, something more primal has come to witness this. I feel my blood start to mix with the painted lines, then suddenly I feel that primal force guide my blood in whole different patterns. I follow its guidance and see my blood and the plant mix making more markings that I could not fully comprehend yet I feel like I should know what it is. Yet I steel my resolve and continue,

“Soul, oh essence of Phantom’s flight,

From the depths of darkness, emerge to light.

From item bound, to flesh and wood,

Return, my friend, to where you once stood.”

I feel my blood and the mixture flow in a swirly pattern to connect the ritual circle to the medallion which holds his soul. I feel his module slightly connect with the ritual. I felt I was going into a trance.

"With passion’s bloom and brain’s gentle sigh,

From the depths of slumber, you shall arise.

Undead heart, with verdant seed, twice-born,

Grant vitality to this chimeric form.”

At this point, I was saying whatever came to me from the world and primal nature. Amidst the trance, I saw that the brain matter became a liquid and flowed into the flower, which seemed to bloom in renewed vitality. The undead heart starts to beat faster and faster as a green glow creeps upon it like a verdant algae. The mix of my blood and plant links those two circles in a picture of an ocean of writhing fleshy plants with surprising intelligence as they go right towards the other two circles.

“Transformation’s dance, in mimic’s guise,

Shifting, merging, before our eyes.

Puppet slime’s core, with moon lily’s gleam,

Animate this vessel, fulfil the dream.”

Still in the trance, I hear the sound of glass breaking. I look over to see the mimic corpse writhing, melting and fusing as it expands to create the body of an ashen child with green hair. I hear another shattering sound, I look over to see the blood ink grinding the slime core into dust over the shining moon lily. As all of the core defuses into the flower it shines like the moon’s light that shines the lost’s way.

Now that every circle is activated, I feel my ability start to draw everything towards the beast core. The blood ink goes to the empowered lily and passion flower. Bringing them to the body. As the flowers melt into the blood ink, it then suffuse into the body, giving it bloody markings all over. The body then rises up and moves toward the pulsing heart. It takes the heart and as its chest opens up, put the heart in its place. Then it starts to come towards me. Slowly its body starts to change, it’s gait becoming more natural and less like a puppet on strings. It’s skin writhing. It comes towards me its chest still open, it takes the beast core, puts it beside the heart and sits down like a child waiting for a present. I then see the medallion fly towards its open chest and slam it close as it enters. I then see everything blur as my ability starts compressing everything into the module. At last, I say,

“I, the lost child of the unknown, calls to the will of the world and to the primal nature, to witness,

As soul meets flesh, grant this thy blessings

Rise now, from the depths where thee reside,

For in this union, we shall abide.”

Then I black out...