Her long golden legs dangled off the edge of the cloud, a river of pure arcana flowed next to her pouring off the edge of the fluffy terrain. The liquid fell indefinitely forming a bottomless waterfall that casted a majestic array of rainbows as the flying liquid refracted with the day star. There was nothing that laid below her dangling feet, a few clouds perhaps but certainly nothing below those. After all, the divine realm rested atop a cloud which balanced on an infinitely tall mountain that had been cut horizontally across its base.

She wasn’t quite sure what had cut the mountain in half, but she was endlessly thankful for creating the magnificent plateau that had become her home. Even if her home felt less and less homely by the day.

The feminine devadoot’s crystalline skin was obscured by the brilliant orange glow that emanated from her lengthy golden gown. A pink ribbon tied the gown tightly at her waist and a long excess of the ribbon dangled down to her knees swaying slightly alongside the high-altitude winds. A large orange disk similar in color to the devadoot’s gown floated a few steps off her back rolling counterclockwise in place. Many jagged spikes lashed out along the circumference of the disk as if a brilliant star had descended from the skies and rested itself upon her shoulders.

The devadoot’s long blonde hair had been tied neatly into a puffy bun exposing her wonderous brown eyes to the world. The devadoot took a look back at the settlement behind her. She watched the floating rivers of arcana flowing suspended in the air forming a complex weave of knots and splits into a diverse tapestry that overlooked the city below it. In this divine city she could see pristine marble buildings, roads formed of pure arcana, and the peaceful devadoots who walked those roads obediently following their daily objectives, and then she looked back over the edge of her could.

She looked through the vast open space almost beyond the horizon itself. Somewhere on the other side of the edge of the world one of her brethren was foolishly playing with a human. A wretched deed which had already left her dead in the eyes of their society. It was the golden devadoot’s job to punish such traitors, a task which she obediently enacted for over a millennium without question. The rules were simple and unchanging, yet her brethren for some reason found them unworthy of her respect.

The golden devadoot finally stood up, the floating disk at her back following suit so that it never floated too far behind. Her brief respite was greatly enjoyed but she was a busy person and had to prepare for the guest they would be receiving later today. Just as she was about to leave to prepare, she saw a young devadoot make their way down the infinitely tall mountain, their entire body rapidly shrinking to a fine point and popping out of existence as they passed through the edge of the world.

The golden devadoot was stunned in disbelief, but quickly recollected herself. She had to act exceptionally quickly for any chance at saving that moronic devadoot’s life. She unfurled the pink ribbon at her waist which let her golden gown unceremoniously open up revealing her slender crystiline body. She hadn’t time to worry about looks at the moment. She quickly removed the floating disk from her back and planted it into the ground. She then tied one end of the pink ribbon to one of the protruding spikes of the disc and the around around one of her fingers. This next part would not be fun; the golden devadoot closed her eyes, jumped off the cloud, and gritted her teeth as she smashed through the edge of the world.

She tucked her chin and simply allowed her body to crash against the hard rocky surface. She didn’t even body supporting her fall or bracing simply keeping her eyes closed and allowing her limp body to tumble painfully down the infinite mountain. She was abruptly stopped by a sharp rending force that jabbed deep into her stomach and piercing her liver.

She opened her eyes and was immediately greeted by the inside of her own eye, one eye looking out of the other which in turned looked out the other. The ocular sensation recursively piled onto itself send a wave of dizzying nausea to her head. It took all the will within her to not puke. She closed her eyes and slowly pulled her stomach out of the sharp object that skewered her. Once in a new position she opened her eyes again.

The view was much more manageable this time. Her head apparentely segregated from her body was floating high in the sky staring down to the infinitely tall mountain. She could see her plenty of dismembered parts of her body laying over the place flattened, or unfurled inside-out, but as of yet no sign of the devadoot. She scanned the environment making sure to only roll her eyes and not turn her head. She finally spotted the devadoot, he too like her was floating in the sky… and he was curled in a ball crying.

In all fairness it did look like his own internal organs were floating right in front of his face. The golden devadoot adeptly manipulated the essence around her forming an arcanic corona around the crying devadoot. Now when she closed her eyes she could still see the magic around them. The devadoot slowly made her way towards the devadoot carefully making sure to not trip over her own unpredictable limbs. Being able to keep her eyes closed did make navigating the place much easier. She just played a game of hot and cold with that glowing aura. As soon as she got close enough she touched the aura. She opened her eyes one last time to make sure she was touching the devadoot and not their exposed organs, thankfully she was. She closed her eyes again gripped the devadoot tightly with one hand and with the other she followed the pink ribbon tied to her finger until she felt the floating disk.

The golden devadoot opened her eyes to see that she had safely returned to the divine realm and immediately fell to her knees her legs no longer capable to support her anymore as they shook so fiercely. Her body had been torn asunder, pieces rested partially melting off her body, rips and tears littered her as if she had been mauled by a wild animal, and of course there was a massive gaping hole in her stomach. She spent a few moments to catch her breath while the spinning disk mended her and the young devadoot’s flesh. The spinning disk calmly rotated clockwise and the skin of the two devadoots kindly stitched itself back together. Having calmed her mind slightly she untied the pink ribbon from the disk and her finger and returned it to her waist so that she wouldn’t have to feel as much as an exhibitionist. Lastly she returned the spinning disk to float just off her back, she felt much more secure with that in place.

Now that she saw the devadoot up close she recognized it as Addle, a child who hadn’t even turned five hundred yet. Even someone as young as Addle should still have been smart enough to know not to go through the edge of the world, it was a common teaching so simple even the humans knew of it. Anger was boiling through her; how could she be forced to waste her time and suffer this pain for such a stupid reason. She didn’t have time to deal with something this ridiculous, but at the same time she felt that something truly awful must have happened to make Addle do something so nonsensical. “Are you insane!? What were you thinking going to the other side of the edge of the world?!”

As a devadoot of high authority especially as their executioner she felt it was her responsibility to teach the younger generations of loyalty and obedience. “There are reasons why it is forbidden to go there, you could have died Addle that was seriously danger-“

Addle interrupted her without any concern or apprehension on his face. “I’m sorry Sea Urchin but Tiger told me to get his ball at the bottom of the mountain.”

That caught her off guard. The golden devadoot found herself at a loss for words briefly. The spinning disk on her back finally slowed to its usual idle counterclockwise rotation as the two had finally been healed. Addle’s words finally settled in. Did they just call her a sea urchin? “Urchin? What are you talking about? it’s me Lenity. Are you okay?” Addle’s face remained blank, completely devoid of any cognitive function it would seem. “Addle, do you know where you are? Do you know who you are?”

Finally Addle showed expression on their face, a great big smile sprouted as they spoke. “Of course, I’m Monkey, and you just brought me back to the animal village.”

Lenity’s face dropped. “You have got to be kidding me. I do not have time for this today.” Lenity started mumbling to herself as she tried to reschedule her entire day around the fact that Addle had clearly gone over the deep end. It was clear from the look Addle was giving her that the only way she could get through that thick skull was by playing whatever game this was. “Okay fine then ‘Monkey’, why did you go to the bottom of the mountain?”

At least even in Addle’s dysfunctional state they were still very cooperative. Addle eagerly answered Lenity. “No one in the village wanted to play with me so I stole Tiger’s ball and accidentally dropped it. Tiger said I had to go get the ball or else he would eat me.”

It seemed that Addle was under the impression that all of the devadoot’s were animals of some kind and Lenity had to guess that whoever Addle saw as this ‘Tiger’ was actually the devadoot responsible for this. “Tiger, Tiger…” who would Addle see as a tiger. Who would a young devadoot see as a large terrifying and unforgiving predator, this character would also be brutal, violent, but also a malicious prankster as they were willing to twist Addle’s mind to this extent.

Then it hit Lenity, it was obvious who this devadoot was, there was only one devadoot this repugnantly selfish, so uncaring for the laws of the divine realm, only one devadoot arrogant and powerful enough to even dare test Lenity’s wrath. “Ah Cicerone! Okay Addle, I mean ‘Monkey’. Just wait here, I will go talk to Cicerone… the Tiger. I will make you better. Do NOT go down the mountain again okay? If you really have to go to the mortal realm take the Immersion.”

Lenity would have to go have a chat with Cicerone herself, but in the meantime, she couldn’t have Addle getting themselves killed. Addle even in this brainwashed state still seemed to hold some form of reverence towards Lenity so perhaps they still understood to not cross her orders.

Lenity was still vaguely aware of the time and realized she would have to get this Addle issue solved quickly, which knowing Cicerone would not be easy. She stormed off towards Cicerone’s mansion when she paused briefly, she just had one question she needed Addle to answer. “Did he really make me look like a Sea Urchin?” Cicerone must have known that she would eventually catch Addle acting strangely, was he purposefully antagonizing her?

Addle remained unaware of Lenity’s building anger and replied, the confusion in their voice making it seem like they thought the answer was obvious. “What do you mean? You’ve always looked like a Sea Urchin, and you always acted like a Sea Urchin. You’re all thorny and hard to approach, most people don’t like you and even try to avoid you. It’s just natural because you are a Sea Urchin right Sea Urchin?”

Was Addle messing with her. “You-“Lenity’s hand clenched into a fist but she stopped herself. Addle didn’t know any better, they were just speaking from their heart against their will. From their heart? She wasn’t thorny, people liked her, right? “I-“No! This was all Cicerone’s fault, he implanted this illusion into the poor innocent Addle “He-“ She was going to have a serious talk with that brigand. “I cannot believe that-” Lenity’s anger had hit a threshold, she was about to explode and she needed to let off some steam before she ended up letting it out on the guest. Addle still was not in the clear from what they said just because they were under an illusion though. “Addle we will talk about this later, first I have to give that Tiger a piece of my mind.”

Cicerone really was a tiger, the narcistic demon. Lenity spared no time in making her way to Cicerone. As she marched forward with fervent purpose all of the devadoots she passed made sure to give her a wide berth. Were they avoiding her? When she looked at them they would always avert their gaze. Did they not like her because she was executioner? It couldn’t be, she was merely enacting the punishment dictated by the laws; everyone understood that the laws were absolute. Just because she saw the punishment through, it was the devadoot’s fault for breaking the law to begin with. Look at this, now Cicerone was getting in her head too!

The guards stationed at Cicerone’s residence didn’t even bother to try stopping Lenity’s entrance and she effortlessly made her way to his chambers pushing the door open without even knocking. In the room a tall and broad devadoot laid lethargically on a comedically large poster bed. Cicerone had no arms, instead in their place were a pair of unfathomably massive white feathered wings which spanned a half dozen times his own height; the center of each wing contained a giant eye the size of a human’s body whose bright enrapturing brown irises lazily peered up at the bedroom ceiling. Where most humans or devadoots heads would be Cicerone instead had a small white tendril that emanated an alluring luminescence. Cicerone himself was quite the alluring character with a well-toned physique and smooth skin, but Lenity averted her gaze from his naked body. If she even had to admit that he looked attractive for a second, she would hate herself forever.

“A sea urchin seriously!?” Cicerone raised a wing to look at Lenity curiously, it seemed to take him a while to piece together what she was saying but when it finally clicked in, he let out a chuckle.

Without a mouth there was no place for the sound to originate from, instead he used his ability to create illusions to merely have his thoughts heard by Lenity. Which meant that his laugh was not an accidental slip but purposefully sent to Lenity to agitate her more. “He saw you as a sea urchin!? That is amazing. I had no control over that by the way, I just made him see everyone as the animal he thought best represented them. And he thought you were a sea urchin!!” Cicerone could not contain his jubilation.

Lenity on the other hand was furious. “Don’t think you’re untouchable just because you were once an arch god. That reign is over and now I’m the top of the ladder so don’t test me.”

Cicerone seemed more entertained than anything else. He made his way towards a dresser in the corner of his room and without any indication that Lenity could see, a servant was called over to begin dressing him. Cicerone idly stood in place allowing the servant to cover him in rich embroidery and soft white linens. Cicerone sent his thoughts to Lenity “You’re still just a child my Urchin. Maybe actually grow up and I might take your words in consideration.”

Lenity was seething. She could tell that Cicerone had commanded his servant to dress him in the most obnoxiously flamboyant clothes possible. He was practically being buried in jewelry; a new servant had entered the room to manually wash his hair with pure arcana while another began pedicuring his feet. Lenity spat back to Cicerone. “I’m a child by choice thank you very much. I don’t agree with the ageing ceremony.” She said proudly. “Plus, I can already fly so I don’t even need my wings.”

Cicerone ruptured into laughter which seemed to make the servants’ task significantly more difficult. Speaking of servants, a new group walked into the room, the crowd so large that they knocked Lenity side to side as they pushed past her to preen the feathers of Cicerone’s wings. “Wings can do much more than grant you flight my Urchin, they gave me sight after all. I can’t imagine what they would grant to someone with as much potential as you, so disappointing. Besides, how can you be such a zealous stickler for those laws of yours but then denounce every tradition? Isn’t that just hypocritical?”

“If wings were so great then why don’t you get more huh? Or maybe, are you unwilling since it would be immoral?” Lenity made sure to emphasize each of her words on her final question to exacerbate his own hypocrisy.

A few more servants ran into the room, one of which bumped into the floating disk on Lenity’s back nearly dropping it. One group of servants began fanning Cicerone with large leaves and the others ensuring that there were no wrinkles in his clothes. “Don’t high horse me Urchin, I’m just following the rules of our traditions. You like following rules, don’t you?” Another group of servants came in to moisturize his eyes and another again to apply makeup to those eyes. So many servants were piling in to the room at this point that Lenity was beginning to pushed back by the physical wall they formed.

Lenity pointed an enraged finger at Cicerone who was rapidly being buried in a crowd of employees. “You better bring Addle back to normal Cicerone!”

Cicerone formed his thoughts into a verbal illusion in such a way that made him seem far away and obscured despite his abilities causing no reason to. “Sorry can’t hear you, all of my jewelry that my hundreds of servants are putting on me are clattering next to my ears.”

Another group of servants approached Lenity this time and without asking immediately began applying makeup to her face, wiping her gown of wrinkles, and cleaning the floating disc at her back all while slowly guiding her out of the building. Cicerone spoke up to Lenity again. “I’ll have my servants help you not look like a peasant for once, wouldn’t want to give our guest a bad first impression now would you. I wonder, when was that guest supposed to arrive again?”

Before Lenity could even act Cicerone fabricated an illusion of a clock showing that Lenity was very rapidly approaching late for her meeting with the guest. Lenity still had a plethora of curses and insults she wanted to throw at Cicerone, but the guest was more important. Lenity swung her arms around in irritation to get the swarming servants away from her and began walking away. “This isn’t over!”

As Lenity was leaving the estate, she was met by a long line of thousands of servants on either side applauding her as she left. As soon as she dismissed it as a petty illusion a large swathe of the servants disappeared still leaving hundreds mockingly applauding. She was wrong, it wasn’t a petty illusion, it was just petty.

As she reached the gate out of his estate Lenity was met by a servant who held a large sack. The servant handed the sack to Lenity and she saw that it was filled to the brim with precious gemstones. “His lordship said to use this sack to buy yourself some shoes.”

Lenity threw the sack onto the floor spilling its contents and causing many of the servants around her to jump back in terror. She ignored them as she left for the meeting place with the guest. Her relaxing break watching the rainbows off the edge of the world completely forgotten by this point.

“You’re late.” The unimpressed tone pierced Lenity’s ears before she had even fully entered the room.

“I apologize grand deiwos, I had been preoccupied by-“

“I don’t care, help us finish writing the rune.”

“As you command.” Lenity bowed to the grand deiwos and made her way to the rune at the center of the room. She knelt down next to the complicated scribblings on the floor and easily found her respective segment to complete. She had memorized her segment so thoroughly that she could draw it out with her eyes closed so instead of focusing on it she decided to focus on the room around her.

Lenity was honored to have been invited to such an important event. She wasn’t sure exactly why she was invited, it was true that despite refusing to grow up and remaining a child Lenity was given a lot of responsibility but even then this still seemed too high caliber of an event, for her. Not only was everyone else in this room already an adult with their wings, but they also had each grown up multiple times. The person in this room with the fewest number of wings other than Lenity still had four pair of wings! It pained Lenity to know what was required to get those wings, though it still represented the value and greatness of these devadoots that bore them. They each wore the white garb of royalty and carried themselves with the utmost nobility.

Once Lenity finished her section of the rune, she quickly moved off to the side of the room to give the others space to finish their segments. Even though everyone else’s sections were both smaller and less complicated they took longer to complete. Lenity wasn’t quite sure why this was the case, perhaps there was something that she wasn’t knowledgeable enough to notice yet.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the monotonous voice of the grand deiwos. “Please leave your star dial outside of the chamber. We don’t want to overwhelm our guest.”

“Of course grand deiwos.” Lenity bowed to the devadoot and briefly left the room to put the glowing disc on her back against a wall in the hallway. The star dial simply floated in position facing her, unconcerned with being detached from its creator. Lenity felt a little naked without it but didn’t dare question the grand deiwos.

Lenity entered the room again and saw that everyone had already started the ritual. Lenity ran to her position in the center of the group and began casting. She had an exceptionally complicated task ahead of her. She had to dig deep into the soul sea, deeper than anyone ever had before. To do this she had to completely segregate her soul from her body and have faith that the royal devadoots had the ability to bring her back when she needed.

She felt the ritual spell take hold of her causing her consciousness to slip from herself. Her soul lifted out of her body and she looked down to her empty carcass. She stood atop her own flesh like some kind of omnipresent observer. A strange comfort washed over Lenity as she watched her own body serenely sleeping on the floor.

This shallow in the soul sea she could see all of the wandering souls still tied to the mortal realm. A large bustle of ancient devadoots swam around the room ignoring walls and rooves as they went upon their day. Lenity had to quickly turn away from the wings of the royals. She didn’t want to stay in this depth any longer, she didn’t want to have to see.

Lenity allowed her soul to stretch down into the depths of the soul sea. One end of her soul remained tied to her body so she wouldn’t die while the other end thinned out piercing inwards. She had a powerful logoic presence, so she had plenty of soul to spend. She fell deeper and deeper until she no longer felt any connection to her body. Her five-senses slowly fizzled away until eventually her soul was all that she could feel.

At this depth nothing was tied to the mortal realm anymore; in that sense Lenity was very foreign here, not only did she still have ties to the mortal realm she was also literally still tied to the mortal realm with her soul. Having stretched herself this thin and this deep she began to fill a slight strain pull against her soul. She could feel a minor tugging groan against her progress. She ignored the aches and pushed onwards. Surprisingly, Lenity saw the patriarch here. She didn’t have much time to accomplish the goal she was set out for, but she could not pass such an amazing opportunity.

Lenity took a short detour to approach the Patriarch.” Great Patriarch! Great Patriarch, over here!” Lenity called to the massive soul before her. The Patriarch’s soul was unlike anything she had seen before. Its size dwarfed even Cicerone’s mansion. Lenity’s stretched thin soul hovering next to it was just comical to compare, she was as an acorn peering up to the tree that birthed it.

“Little Lenity is that you? Your soul is much smaller than I thought it would be.”

“That’s because I haven’t passed on yet Patriarch, My soul is still connected to my body. I’ve been stretching my soul very thin to get this deep.”

The patriarch questioned back to Lenity with concern seeping into its voice “Isn’t that painful? Is everything alright little Lenity?”

It filled Lenity with warmth to hear her patriarch concerned over her wellbeing. “Yes Patriarch I will fine… for now, but I don’t have much time. I wish you weren’t so deep in the soul sea so we could talk longer. Why are you this deep anyways? Has the mortal realm escaped your consciousness already. Don’t you still hold the divine realm in your heart or retain resentment against the white witch for killing you?”

The patriarch gave out a hearty chuckle which shook the entirety of Lenity’s soul. “Oh little Lenity, the white witch never killed me.”

Lenity was about to ask what the patriarch meant when she was struck with a severe pain from within her soul. The Patriarch looked down to the miniscule presence before it with a pained pity. The patriarch touched its soul against Lenity’s imbuing her with some of their power. “Go little Lenity, you’ll have more time to speak with me when you are dead, go accomplish your goal, whatever it may be.”

“Yes Patriarch.” Lenity took one last moment to take in the majesty that was the soul of the greatest devadoot to live and then once again dove deeper into the soul sea. With the renewed power granted to her by the patriarch she could push through a significant depth without any of those aches or pains she felt before.

Eventually she passed the next threshold and reached the depth where the souls who had yet to be bound to the mortal realm resided. There was something strange about this depth, it was immediately apparent that something was wrong. None of the souls were distinct, it was impossible to discern who or what they were as they warped and melted together. The entire depth was a vital soup of drowning blurring existences. Strange pink objects sprouted and shrunk out of existence molding the souls into whichever shape they desired throwing and disturbing the souls as they pleased. She couldn’t understand what she was looking at. Her understanding of the soul sea was not adept enough to discern any more than whatever was happening was not supposed to.

Lenity felt another terrible sting from within her soul much more powerful than any she felt before. The painful rupture within her shot up her entire soul sending a pulse of terrible nausea to her physical body. The violent shock caused her soul to instinctively retract back to herself but Lenity stopped herself through pure will. She wouldn’t give up until she accomplished her goal.

She felt a tinge of regret abandoning the tortured souls at this depth but it was necessary if she were to accomplish what she came to do. She dove deeper into the soul sea. She went straight past the pure souls hardly granting them a glance despite her curiosity and right into the void. A depth so deep that nothing existed. Her own soul shouted against her for daring this journey. Each fiber of her existence fought against her. An incessant barrage of neural torment exploded through her soul, it was a primal pain that formed beyond physical comprehension and developed as a raw mental demolition. She could feel her identity crumbling away, her sense of self, her body, all losing to the void. Even with the power granted to her by the patriarch, Lenity was stretched to its absolute limit. Her soul was no longer even bound to her body, it was just being anchored down at a shallow depth by the royal devadoots; for all intents and purposes Lenity was dead now.

Lenity continued down deeper and deeper until she arrived at what she was told to find. A new depth that existed under the soul sea itself. What was strange was that she had already seen all these souls before. These were the same souls that she saw at the depth that had yet been born. Though unlike before the souls now seemed normal, unwarped and unmolested by the pink objects. Lenity’s goal was to take a soul from this depth and bring it up with her. A shiver separate from the constant pain ran through her as she thought of disturbing these souls which she moments ago saw weather unimaginable torments. She didn’t feel right hurting these souls after what she saw the pink objects do to them. They had suffered enough.

Lenity went even deeper desperately hoping there was another layer. The pain was beyond unbearable, her soul stretched so thin she worried it would snap at any point. The only solace to her agony was that her own cognition had melted so thoroughly that the pain appeared as a nebulous law of reality rather than infliction onto her as an individual. She could hardly differentiate between world and self anymore.

She was certain that the royal devadoots had moved her anchor all the way down to the patriarch’s level by now to allow her to get this deep. who were the royals again? She kept diving deeper, they kept pushing through the pain. The universe herself knew there would be more, if it kept pushing forward, she would find something, someone. What was a someone? She affirmed it to herself, half to motivate herself through the pain, half to remind herself that she was a self. “Soon, we will be able to get him soon.” She decided that the target would be a him, a nomenclature used to distinguish between groups. She was an entity of one group and the target of another. Yes, she was an entity.

The guest was close, he had to be or else she would die. But, what even was death at this point? There was and there wasn’t. The though of Lenity was so long, so encompassing of the logoic plane that was there sense in calling between states of life and death? Lenity was a patriarch, she was a royal, she was a pink object? Eventually she found it.

Lenity arrived at the surface of the soul sea? The shallowest layer where all the living souls resided? But if this was the surface then- another pain ruptured throughout the entirety of Lenity’s thin soul and the shock was so unbearable this time that she nearly lost herself completely on the spot. As the pain punctured through her she completely restored self-awareness only to understand her existential defilement and then immediately had that awareness dwindle to near nothingness. Lenity quickly grabbed a crumbling soul that appeared on the verge of death. The weaker the soul the easier it would be to carry.

To form communication seemed an insurmountable task. How does information convey when one is all with the one all? It felt more like physical phenomena interacting as results of natural law rather than a verbal interaction between subjects, but the resounding waves of sounds echoed out. “Got him”

Lenity opened her eyes, she had those. Her senses returned to her body; that’s right Lenity had one of those too. The sudden influx of personal information was almost overbearing for her, the very concept of family, history, and experience came flooding back and she could hardly believe that she had so easily forgotten such emotionally pivotal aspects of herself. The foreign feeling she felt within herself quickly dissipated making way for a comforting familiarity. This was herself after all and she lived with herself for over twelve hundred years. She wasn’t completely familiar though, something felt off about her soul. That worried her quite a bit, she felt that her soul was perhaps the one aspect of herself that she most wanted to retain form. Yet, it felt foreign, transformed.

She didn’t have too much time dwell on this as her thoughts were interrupted by the grand deiwos who spoke in its usual apathetic tone. “Move off to the side Lenity, the guest’s body will be fully generated soon.” Lenity looked over to the center of the room where she saw a partially constructed human body. The human shape had almost completely taken form with the only part left to regenerate being the head. Strangely enough the human’s left arm hadn’t generated, and it didn’t look like it was going to.

Lenity recollected herself still adjusting to individuality and managed to push out a meek response. “Yes, grand deiwos.” She hurriedly stood up nearly falling over herself in the process and moved off to the side and waited.

Finally, the human opened his eyes and the devadoots all reflexively repulsed as they saw his disgusting green eyes. The grand deiwos was quick to regain their composure and began their speech as if they didn’t even register those revolting eyes. “O great one, we have pulled your soul from time and space in its moment of greatest weakness. We have summoned you here to humbly ask of you to defeat the evil white witch which plagues our world with unforgivable evil.”

The end of the grand deiwos’s sentence was punctuated by the sudden chime of a bell. In front of the human a small pink rhombus appeared, or it was a rhombus, but its body would reject any stable state. It would shift and transform, shrink and grow, continuously morphing into other shapes.

While the ever-changing pink shape continuously morphed the grand deiwos continued undeterred. “To accomplish this task, we have blessed you with our divine devadoot blood to reinforce your soul with god-like power and have granted you an invitation.”

The pink shape finally locked into a form resembling that of a featureless human with two limbs. One arm was outstretched towards the human and the other towards Lenity. Each arm held onto a glowing parchment. Lenity looked at the parchment facing her: It read.

You have been invited to The Tournament You are The Divine-Warden