[hider=Summary] Escre, in its Nightwalker form, spent some extra time in its private Spirit World to purify the dead souls The Great Spirit has gone[/hider] [h3][center][color=C0C0C0]Escre – the Great Spirit[/color][/center][/h3] The gigantic orb of blood rippled, and deep within Escre walked. Since its return to the Astral Home following the great confrontation before Orabil, it had been engaged in preparations. Coming face to face with Vowzra, Undasis, Astarte, Sauranath, and Vestec had convinced it that a change of plans were in order. To that end, it had immersed itself in the visceral Astral Home, and with eyes unclouded by a universe that belonged to others. The Great Spirit had never thought of the quiet [url=http://pre08.deviantart.net/8c25/th/pre/i/2013/031/2/d/temple_ruins_by_jonasdero-d5ej8nc.jpg]realm[/url] as its own personal dimension because it was home to so many. It was here that Escre, and every spirit of Galbar, found its rest while waiting to be reborn. The number of spirits was ever growing, and so was their home; like creative potential, and the void itself, it was infinite. Here, the spirits could remember every one of their past lives, as if they were dreams, whether good or bad. They could wander the ruins endlessly, losing themselves in an endless dream if they wished, or allow themselves to be plucked from it and repurposed into the world anew. To be sure, the Spirit Realm was no perfect paradise, but what awaited those spirits if they chose to be born into the world? They would awaken, remembering nothing and knowing nothing, and cast their lot across the gambling table the gods had called Galbar and see if their new life would bring memories of joy, hatred, accomplishment, pain, or anything in the end. Escre's work in this Spirit Realm was a melancholy one. It walked among the spirits, in an ashen-faced form very much like a man but cloaked in a twisted mantle, drawn to those whose souls had been tarnished. If the Great Spirit happened upon a soul that had been corrupted, either literally by the malignant efforts of Vestec, or metaphorically by misfortune and agony enough to tear a soul to pieces, it would attempt to restore the soul to a more neutral state. If the blight went too deep, as some did, Escre had to devour it and erase it from existence. The act brought it no joy, for terrible was a fate that rent a soul so irreparably—Escre could imagine few things worse. The only way to ease such suffering was to end it. Today it had redoubled its efforts, doing its best to rectify the tainted souls lest they be reborn into a world as inherently evil, for new and magnificent things were soon to be afoot. Today was the day it would leave. Nightwalker Escre, fatigued but content in the way that workers are, sat down against a stone wall and breathed slowly. It smoothed out its mantle, and the toothed maws and glinting eyes vanished into a the silky fabric. Pulling its hat down over its face, the image of a tired wanderer going to sleep at last, Escre closed its eyes and woke up. It exited the Astral Home's scarlet surface, causing a ripple over the great orb as it did so. Robed and armored once more in its standard form, Escre floated serenely over to where Invidia stood on a promontory reaching from the lip of the Planet Cord. When Escre alighted beside its Liaison, Invidia spared it only a momentary glance, for when looking into the Astral Home with its vigilant, crimson eye, it could just begin to see the rocky contours of the Spirit World, and feel the heat of its eternal sunset. [color=C0C0C0][i]”Stay however long you wish,”[/i][/color] Escre resonated. [color=C0C0C0][i]”The world above is a harsh one, but as my Liaison, your soul can withstand all it can offer. I have ensured that your spirit will always be reborn as it is now, and that with every death its corruption will be cleansed. This is the last time that your body will be present here, but you may forever visit the Astral Home in your dreams, if you so choose.”[/i][/color] At that moment, Vestec's avatar appeared nearby. Both Escre and Invidia noticed it immediately, and the latter reached for his axe. The warden, however, reached out a calming claw. [color=C0C0C0][i]”Do not attack...this is a mere semblance of the Execrable Chaos. It has little power, and is purposed to communicate. This close to the Astral Home, it is in my domain, and will not be able to corrupt you. Allow it to say its piece.”[/i][/color] Without so much as saying goodbye, Escre hovered off. It entered the Planet Cord, and around it ignited a wreath of white flame. It rocketed through the Cord, away from the Astral Home, past Galbar's surface, and into its atmosphere. There, it stopped, and deigned to turn around for a moment and observe the planet for whose livelihood it was responsible. A quiet, thoughtful moment passed as the pale eyes surveyed the lands, the waters, and the creatures that inhabited them. Orabil's light had been diminished, but the Empyrean Flow would help to illuminate the darkness should Vestec see fit to inflict it once more. Until this day Escre's purpose, to bring life to the void and create a self-sustaining balance that would allow life to grow and develop on its own, had been only half-complete. It was time to devote its attentions to the removal of an obstacle that prevented its purpose's completion. Escre's halo solidified behind it from white light, was turned toward Galbar, and exuded a brilliant flare. Any living things on the planet who at that moment cast their eyes to the heavens would see a strange display—a white star, shooting across the sky, growing smaller and smaller until it faded into the distance—the departure of a god. [center][i]Might 19 MP remain 3 FP remain[/i][/center]