Klint Klondike Tricameron knew the necessary Song-Spells that could carve up the human soul. In theory, I could attempt to carve out the part of the soul that was infected with the face of Goddess Ishira.

There was a Song-spell for stilling a soul, the [Tamus-Anima] and the Song for carving apart a piece of the soul [Sectus-Anima].

Wielding these two spells like a surgeon, I could theoretically carve the accursed Goddess out of me.

Was it wise to still myself in the Astral? It seemed like I had no other choice, as her perfect image constantly hovered at the forefront of my mind, slowly driving me insane, not letting me think about anything else.

I started to sing the [Tamus-Anima] spell. As I did, I felt calmer, more focused. My soul within me stilled. I started to float down towards the ground made up of fossilized men.

One by one the light of my tentacle-threads faded away and I became one with the wall, my mind slowly drifting away into empty nothingness.

I didn’t know how much time had passed.

Maybe an hour, maybe a thousand years. Time was meaningless in the Astral depths where nothing moved. Time was meaningless to me, because I was a lost little soul without a home, with no way to return to earth and no future.

Something flashed in front of me in the distance.

I awoke. Damnation! I had stilled myself far too much, lost my track of myself and of time.

I aimed [Sectus-Anima] at myself and started to sing. It went poorly because I didn't have the necessary energy to focus. I lost my threads as they snapped off one by one. I lost the memory of the Goddess. I lost the memory of the mage that taught me the soul-cutting spell. What spell? What was I even thinking about?

A strange, fractal jellyfish was roaming the wasteland of broken men. Its tentacles sucked the remnants of life and memories out of the hollow, dead things.

I rushed towards the blue thread away from the jellyfish monstrosity with whatever had remained of me, shedding parts of myself behind me.

I couldn't even remember how I got here, couldn't remember what this place was as primal fear and panic drove me away from the monster.

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