Leslie along with six other banshee agents of the Silent Scream approached the impact site. She had met with several of her agents to speak directly about an escalating situation with Borda and the Church of the Three Gods, when her group saw the falling star firsthand, shooting out of the darkness of the Underworld and crashing into the area next of Deagoth.

[What the hell is the fabled shooting star hitting here in Deagoth?!] Leslie thought within her mind. Tales, stories, and fables, mostly children's stories, told of the shooting star. A long distant memory left to the undead by their forefathers that descended from the living of the Overworld and beyond...

One thing troubled Leslie the most...

The one-story that said that the shooting star was the beginning of the end. It was a children's story that she, herself, read at a child when she visited her cousins in the Grimnight's compound of Sosuhalf.

The memory was foggy at best to Leslie from how long ago it was, but it went along the line that a shooting star was a sign of the end times. Later she would learn that this was good for the undead because it might their time would come, but the Overworld trembled at the thought.

Approaching the edge of the impact crater, Leslie stopped just before the event to look over into the deep wound made in the land.

"Jack...?" Leslie spoke aloud, without thinking. Her other six agents furrowed their brows, as they surrounded the area. She slapped her clawed hand over her mouth, as she realized she spoke without thinking, unlike her.

Even in the deep dark dank pit made from the crash, Leslie could see Jack laying, with his eyes flaming, as always, but it seemed... They flamed with a blueish-green tent, unlike the usual red and gold.

Leslie descended into the hole of fifteen meters deep, as she came to the front of Jack. She noticed that Jack was lying in a pile of light purple sludge, that was dissolving fast... Perhaps evaporating was a better word, as it seemed to be 'drying up.' His robes were in tatters... Which was normal, as of recent, but still concerning she has just left him not long ago!

[Jack? How did you get out here, so fast?!] Leslie mentally messaged Jack.

[When did you leave your office? Where is the shooting star? Why are just... just lying there?! Hello!?] Leslie became a bit irked, but also nervous noticing how he didn't respond.

Leslie floated back up, as she too furrowed her brows... Was this Jack?

[LESLIE!] Lucius' panicked words flooded her mind.

[I have a situation here, what is it Lucius?] Leslie didn't take her eyes off of the Jack that laid within the crater, as she directed her banshees to search the area for additional clues or any fragments.

[The God-King, Err, Jack! Jack is gone!] Lucius cried through the connection.

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[Yeah!? What happened? Tell me exactly to the letter of report!] Leslie urged.

[The Holy Sentinels are rampaging at the moment. Their report to me stated that Jack left you guys, the consorts, went to his Office. They reported that he all-of-a-sudden slammed his door! Then he opened it and went in... The moment he crossed the threshold he... Disa-fucking-ppeared! GONE! POOF!]

[How long ago was this?!] Leslie screamed in her message to Lucius, as she just left Jack not that long ago!

[The Sentinels just reported it to me! Couldn't have been but ten minutes ago... Tops. They said he was floating through the halls rather slowly. They report that he kept rubbing his chin, which they suspected that he was deep in thought like always when he does that...!]

[Lucius, you can... You can calm down, I think... Jack's in front of me...] Leslie now confirmed that somehow... Jack teleported from his door to fall down out of the sky to crash into this undead-made pit. It wasn't the first time she found him in a pit, but at least last time she could blame a damn dirty ape.

[He is?! Where are you guys? Why did he disappear?! It's not like he hasn't left the palace before, but this is a first to just disappear in thin air!] Lucius continued.

[Have you been reported to the falling star, yet?] Leslie asked as she floated back down to get closer to Jack.

[A few clergy are bombarding me with questions about that right now, but I could care less, if Jack's miss-]

[Jacks the falling star... Just tell them the God-King called the star, and just blame him. I'm going to see if I can get Jack to come around... I think he's knocked out from the impact, or something close...]

[As... As long as he's fine.] Lucius sighed in his mind and then blamed Jack for rubbing off on him. He calmed down the clergy and issued a message the Star was a sign of the God-King's power, which in turn calmed the masses to an extent.

Leslie floated to just the front of Jack and reached out with her hand to caress Jack's skull. She looked over the runic tattoos in his bones and confirmed it was him. She didn't believe anyone could recreate these to such detail. She had after all memorized each and every inscription in his bones the night of their first 'cuddle.'

[Jack...? Dear...?] Leslie messaged Jack again, but with loving words.

It was only now, that Jack's head moved slightly to look at Leslie.

[Why are you out here?] Leslie now asked again lightly.

[...b-blind...god...world...tree...flutes...] Jack's weak mental message finally drifted into Leslie's mind.

[What does that mean?] Leslie messaged back, as she directed her Banshees to close off the area and restrict access. Her planted agents within the Military reported to the new Warmarshal over Saigunrai's Defense. Warmarshal Joan, who was sending out a few squads to lock down anyone else.

[Jack, honey. Are you okay?] Leslie rubbed Jack's bald head as if to coach him to speak more.

[...flutes...they see...the tree...we live...]

[Jack, you're starting to scare me... What are you saying?]

[...home...] Jack said vaguely.

If Jack was anyone else, Leslie would have informed the military through her aids and they would carry Jack back, but in her selfish love...

She reached down, unsure of the dangers, and lifted Jack. Heavy as he was, she hefted him over her shoulder and rose in the air.

She informed her banshees to cover the area and remain hidden until aid arrived. Relay all information to her.

She then rose high in the air, out of the sight of normal undead visions and flew to the Holy Palace with her cargo.

[...blind idiot god...world tree...we live upon...flutes they keep him asleep...father of all...daemon sultan...it hurts...] Jack continued to mumble things into Leslie's mind in her trip.

[What's a blind idiot god, honey? You're not making much sense?] Leslie questioned in her slow flight.

[father of all...damned...father...asleep...flutes...screeching flutes...they look...the flutes have eyes...the tree we live on...is under him...] Jack continued his maddened mental whispers.