[center][h1][b]Meeting amidst the Pyres[/b][/h1]Feat. [@Cyclone] & [@Vec][/center][hr][hr][hider=Earlier]Melantha took her time as she travelled through space towards Katharsos' Sphere. When she had first taken off, the space surrounding her had been nothing but an empty void, undoubtedly influenced by the energies emitted by her Sphere. However, as time passed and the distance between the death god's Sphere and her seemed to not be decreasing, the dark goddess started getting impatient.[color=ivory][b][i]"Hmm, let's see if I can speed things up a little,"[/i][/b][/color] she thought as she came to halt.

At once, she felt the darkness firm and coil around her body as she exerted her power upon reality. She formed a mental image, a simple yet effective way that would enable her to traverse vast distances in the blink of an eye, and directed her essence towards its realisation. A faint wisp of power escaped through her mouth, forming a dark, gaseous cloud in front of her. As if answering to her wishes, the essence cloud started transforming, changing both qualitatively and quantitatively. From pitch black and gaseous it turned to milky white and almost liquid-like. Melantha waited patiently as the small now, essence current swirled around her following its transformation before being slowly absorbed back into her. Letting out a deep breath, she turned inwards, inside her mind.

There, in a corner of her mind, a long, ivory string danced among the darkness. Appearing in one place for a brief amount of time, before disappearing again, it moved erratically from place to place, seemingly without pattern. Nevertheless, while she was observing the string, Melantha realised that either by choice or by instinct, the string was jumping to places where darkness was at its strongest, shadows. When It finally noticed her presence, the string started "jumping" up and down, if that was even a thing. In an instant, it appeared in front of her and then proceeded to rapidly make circles around her while emitting strange, whistling sounds. Melantha smiled and extended a hand. [color=ivory][b][i]"Now now, calm down and come here."[/i][/b][/color]

The string flew into her palm, coiling around itself and forming a tiny, ball-like shape. Melantha closed her palm and felt the string burrow inside of her arm, binding itself to her core. "Let's see what this little guy can do." With that thought in mind, she returned back to reality and immediately tested her creation. The result was even better than what she expected; after picking a direction, Melantha felt her body react to the strange power of the string, and she started rapidly fading out of existence. The more her body faded, the stronger she felt the power of darkness envelop her until eventually, she disappeared. After a split second, she re-appeared once again some distance away from her previous location, a little disoriented but nevertheless okay.

[color=ivory][b][i]"Yes, this will do just fine. A little difficult to control for now, but nothing that cannot be fixed with time."[/i][/b][/color] Having achieved a method of fast travel, Melantha once again took off for Katharsos' Sphere.[/hider]
Soon enough, Melantha started closing in on Katharsos' Sphere. The strange spheres of energy that populated the area near the death god's home were certainly felt by her. After a closer look at one of them using her divine sense revealed that they were, in fact, giant balls of flame suspended in space, Melantha became even more curious about Katharsos' strange ways. Why would someone create and scatter around things such as these? What was their purpose?

It was then that Melantha felt a different type of energy, a more faint and ethereal one. The great surge of souls heading towards the inner reaches of the Sphere gave out an entirely different tone to the whole image she had conjured up in her mind. Masking her presence from them, Melantha flew silently along the current of souls, observing them and occasionally probing them with her senses. Having steeled herself about learning how to forget, Melantha's only clue was the strange soul ash, the origin of which was seemingly Katharsos' Sphere and these very same souls. The dark goddess toyed with the ashen bead in her hand that she had condensed from the ash she had previously gathered. With her thoughts swirling all over the place, she nevertheless decisively plunged inside the foreign Sphere, opting to put aside her questions for when she eventually met Katharsos.[hr]The god of death suspended himself in space, hovering right beside the raging flames of a great pyre. The mighty flames writhed, licked, contracted and expanded with the coming of more souls, so by comparison even Katharsos' gently burning form looked utterly still and statuesque.

Looking into the depths of the pyre was akin to watching a wild and uncoordinated play unfold, with each actor trying in vain to take the spotlight and tell their own story. The memories that the burning souls released into the flames tasted of hope, despair, passion, love, and (quite often, for those broken souls that yet remained) agony muddled with incomprehensible madness. It was hard to stare into the vastness of the flames and take in more than the occasional flash of a lifetime without focusing intently upon a given individual, and there were no individuals in that particular moment that caught his utter attention so.

He was left to behold the entirety of the souls' experiences then, or at least the small fraction of the vastness that his mind was able to latch onto and comprehend. Even then, his mind did not come to acquire as much as it might have, for he had been lost in thought for many days and not especially attentive to the fires.

Since Seihdhara's words to him, his mind had been plagued. The journey down to Galbar and his conversation with Ashalla had been nothing but a brief moment of respite, a bright and clean glimpse of lucidity within the quagmire of the greater reality. Troubled thoughts beset him, and though he was certainly not bereft of the inner strength and determination that it took to stay true to his path, he found himself caught in an endless argument as he tried to justify his actions. This time the accuser was not Seihdhara, but rather just her voice. Occasionally, there were other voices too, but he knew them all just be disjointed aspects of his own conscience. How he loathed those voices so! He understood well the mindsets of mortals and all the faults and fallacies of their thoughts (or so Katharsos believed!) and so he just as easily realized that these voices were nothing but figments of his own glazed imagination. They were hallucinations, harmless as they only held as much power and sway over his mind as he gave them. Yet even as he cursed his mind for being weak enough to suffer such a schism and conjure such voices, and even as he knew that in doing so he only gave the voices more power and made them more real, he argued.

Not because he was in doubt, of course, for though he went into every conversation with an open mind and strived to never become fixed in false witness to the illusory merit of flawed ideals, he ultimately listened to each and every one of Seihdhara's (or those other nameless voices') arguments and condemnations fall flat and hollow. They were like children; they were too immature, or perhaps too shortsighted, or even too naive to realize that what he did was necessary and that the alternatives were... grisly... terrible... fruitless. So though they might call his actions a necessary evil, his 'necessary evil' or indeed any 'necessary evil' was ultimately no evil at all.

The main reason that he argued with the voices was to try to make [i]them[/i] [b]understand[/b]. His own guilt and doubts and sorrow for the burden that he carried was enough; it was almost shattering to think that instead of thanking him for his sacrifice, they condemned him and thought of him as a tyrant. Perhaps even an [i]abomination[/i]. They were so shortsighted, but that was all. They just didn't understand, but if he could just find and use the right combination of words, perhaps they could be made to. Their words and their actions were rooted in misunderstanding, not hatred and cruelty. He had to believe that.[hr]Immediately upon her entry, an uncomfortable feeling overwhelmed her. To say that the space inside the Sphere was different was an understatement. Huge masses of billowing clouds filled her surroundings, and Melantha could feel a deathly aura being emitted from them, akin to the aura of the souls she had come upon earlier. [color=ivory][i]"A fitting residence for a god of death, that is for sure..."[/i][/color] Melantha could practically smell death in the smoke released from the strange fires hidden amidst the many nebulae that dotted the inside of the Sphere. Behind her mask of darkness her eyebrows frowned up, but her curiosity was enough that she was not deterred by the strange sights and smells of Katharsos' Sphere.

Melantha had found him hovering next to a giant ball of fire, watching the flow of souls falling to their demise inside the pyre. He had yet to notice her presence, and Melantha was not in a hurry to change that. The dark goddess quietly observed the distracted Katharsos though her divine sense, the fluctuating flare-ups of the fiery mane that surrounded his animalistic visage clearly visible in her mind's eye. Melantha could understand that the god of death had a very introspective personality as even after having waited for quite some time, she realised that she would have to make herself known to him in order for her visit to have any meaning.

[color=ivory][b]"Katharsos..."[/b][/color] Her voice was soft but clear enough to break the silence and, hopefully, Katharsos' trance.

His fiery head effortlessly spun around to face the source of the voice (for he felt this one be more [i]real[/i] than all the others) and gaze into the blackness of the void between the stars. Melantha had a way of blending into that inky emptiness, but the light of the pyre and Katharsos' own brazen head cast light upon her like great torches and illuminated her silhouette. There was a hint of surprise evident upon Katharsos' face, though not panic. The dark bronze of his mane gave way to a friendlier gold after he recognized the unexpected visitor.

[color=goldenrod]"Melantha,"[/color] he breathed back, and the force of that one word pushed away the hazy fog and smoke, and suddenly she was freed of all but the faintest smell of that rancid smoke that permeated his Sphere, and its nauseating effect similarly was waned as it was dispelled. [color=goldenrod]"I am glad to have your company."[/color]

Taking note of Katharsos' consideration, Melantha nodded her thanks before moving closer towards him. One would think that after spending so much time among the funeral fires, Katharsos would have long been infused with the aura they emitted, but as she now face to face with the god of death, she found herself unable to sense any kind of deathly aura coming from him. An interesting observation, but inconsequential in the end. Melantha collected her thoughts and returned his greeting.

[color=ivory]"Thank you for having me, Katharsos. I hope to not have ruined your state of contemplation,"[/color] Melantha replied.

He briefly contemplated telling her the truth--that in disturbing his solitude, she had offered him [i]relief[/i] if anything, yet ultimately rejected the notion. He did not yet know why she had come, after all. And it seemed selfish to lay his own burdens down upon her, in any case. So he answered her with every bit of warmth and genuine care that he had, even as he kept his innermost thoughts closed away. [color=goldenrod]"My meditations can wait. There will be time enough for them; however, time spent in the company of others is precious and always to be cherished above all else."[/color]

[color=ivory][b]"Mhmm,"[/b][/color] Melantha listened to him and nodded her assent. [color=ivory][b]"For some, the company of others can indeed be a precious source of contentment. For others, it is only in solidarity that they can truly be who they are. It is all a matter of perspective..." [/b][/color]

She turned her attention to the giant pyre some distance away from them, and "watched" as the souls slowly entered in whole and exited as grains of ash and dust, scattering in space and carried outside the sphere and into the rest of the universe, tiny seeds of life waiting to find a new vessel to make their home. [color=ivory][b]"What is a soul, Katharsos? For me, they are nothing but tiny specks of energy, weak beyond comparison, and yet they are able to bring life to even the most powerful of beings, namely deities, like ourselves. How is that so?"[/b][/color] Melantha posed a set of questions to the god of death, opting to ease into the topic of memories and the reason for her visit by asking some general questions first.

[color=goldenrod]"Souls are something vital--a resource, like food or water, without which life does not thrive. You yourself have identified their importance, so you will understand that they are a most prized resource indeed, one that must be conserved and cared for. But they are more than that, too. Though it might make my purpose more palatable to see souls as mere 'specks of energy' as you call them, they are something sacred and special. We can conjure food and water with mere thoughts, but to conjure a new soul? It seems...impractical, if not impossible. For that reason, and for more sentimental ones, I find myself awed by souls. Each one must be cherished, no matter how large or small. Here, though it pains me, I must recycle the souls of the dead that new ones may form and life can go on,"[/color] he slowly explained in an even tone before realizing that he'd rambled. [color=goldenrod]"But perhaps you think that I did not answer your question directly. I told you what I think of souls. To actually speak [i]of[/i] souls? I admit that they are something of an enigma that I still struggle to understand. In time, I will come to unravel their mysteries and better understand their nature...or so I hope."[/color]

Somewhere along his speech, Melantha turned her attention back to him and listened on as he explained his interpretation of souls to her. Admittedly, she felt somewhat disappointed by what she got. [color=ivory][b]"I see,"[/b][/color] she said with a sigh. [color=ivory][b]"It seems that even the god of death has limited knowledge on a topic such as this."[/b][/color]

Melantha raised her pale hand and pointed at the pyre. [color=ivory][b]"Let's talk about something closer to you, maybe?"[/b][/color] she suggested. She brought her other hand forward, and from within her palm a small black vortex spat out the soul ash bead she had. As it lay there in her palm, ready for inspection, the contrast between the colours of the shiny greyish bead, her pale skin, and the light emitted from Katharsos' flames made for a quite interesting little image indeed. [color=ivory][b]"I discovered a peculiar kind of ash drifting into my Sphere recently. After capturing some, I observed the properties of souls in them, although faint to the point of inconspicuousness."[/b][/color]

A soft growl escaped his head, now resemblant of a lion, as he muttered one word, [color=goldenrod][i]"Impurities."[/i][/color]

Melantha raised a brow due to his reaction but continued on. [color=ivory][b]"These..."[/b][/color] Melantha pointed at the pyre with her hand again, [color=ivory][b]"[i]fires[/i], let's say. I assume that this soul ash is the byproducts of whatever is happening inside of them?"[/b][/color]

[color=goldenrod]"The soul ash is not a mere byproduct, but rather the sole reason that I made this place. Deteriorated souls can be recycled to yield that ash, and given sufficient time, that ash can take the form of new souls. Life can spring forth given this soul ash to enable it, and the cycle can continue. There is one ill byproduct. It is this smoke all around us; you doubtless [i]felt[/i] it as you came to me here. I try to confine its taint here that the harm is mitigated, but nonetheless, some of it fails to separate from the ash. On Galbar, I have created a crude mechanism to cleanse the taint, but the ash that drifts to your realm would have no such way to be purified. For that, you have my apologies. Perhaps I can help you to purify the ash of your Sphere and be rid of the impurities' lingering stench and aura."[/color]

[color=ivory][b]"Oh, I will take you up on that offer then. Although I do not really mind it, I suppose any future beings that might come to reside in my Sphere will not take kindly to it,"[/b][/color] Melantha said thoughtfully. [color=ivory][b]"Anyway, on a different note; I wonder how this... "purifying" process of yours works exactly? I find it quite interesting that you have managed to somehow create souls anew, in a sense, even though you yourself just now told me that it is practically impossible to do so. What exactly goes on inside that flame, if you don't mind me asking?"[/b][/color]

[color=goldenrod]"Souls are not birthed here, nor are they truly destroyed. These pyres just recycle them. Ash to ash."[/color] 

[color=ivory][b]"Well, yes, that's what I meant when I said 'create souls anew'. But you didn't really answer my question..."[/b][/color] Melantha replied.

For a long, long time she received only silence and his level stare as an answer. Melantha, however, waited patiently. She could not see that Katharsos was staring at her and thus thought he was just gathering his thoughts.

As in for Katharsos, he grappled with the question of whether to tell her the truth of it and if he did, of whether to try to lighten the gravity of just what occurred inside the pyres. He could justify it easily enough--his cause and his actions [i]were[/i] just, after all, but there was the eminent question of whether Melantha would understand. Even after endlessly debating himself over the blurring and unintelligible timespan of his trance, he felt... reluctant to truly debate Melantha and try to argue his case, even if he was prepared.

But would he ever [i]want[/i] to face judgement? It seemed unlikely, and in the end, perhaps Melantha would be more sympathetic to the harsh nature and grim of reality and to the correct interpretation of the greater good. So, he finally decided to tell her.

[color=goldenrod]"I ask that you not be harsh or rash in your judgement of me or your actions; know that I value your sentiment dearly. Allow me to explain what happens here: these cold yet raging infernos scattered about us contain no mundane flames. They are magical fires that incinerate memory and emotion, and through their otherworldly and intangible heat, they break down and crack apart the ether, soul-stuff. When mortal souls enter the flames, they undergo a catharsis and are made to surrender their memories, one by one, reliving their life thought by thought until there is nothing left to burn. And then they are ash, ready to be scattered that new souls and new life may form.

"It is a grisly and perhaps ignoble ending, but it is [b]the [i]only[/i] way.[/b] In my meditations, I have contemplated the other paths and deemed them all ultimately worse...more disruptive to the balance of things."[/color]

He looked to her in anxious anticipation of whatever reaction her shrouded face might reveal. Melantha, for the most part, stayed quiet throughout the explanation. It was only after sensing that Katharsos was finished that she found herself exhaling the breath she had been holding in. Truly, she did not, could not, imagine that this is what had been going on inside those pyres. She took a few seconds to sum up everything she had heard.

[color=ivory][b]"This... I have to admit that this is not what I imagined death would be... To relive everything one last time, I cannot begin to imagine the strain this puts on the soul..."[/b][/color] Melantha told him and continued. [color=ivory][b]"A lifetime of memories stripped away one by one... no wonder the souls collapse afterwards,"[/b][/color] she concluded.

[color=goldenrod]"I do not derive pleasure from presiding over this eternal holocaust, but one of us had to do it."[/color]

[color=ivory][i][b]"Eternal..."[/b][/i][/color] Melantha turned towards the pyre in deep thought. Although she could not see the blazing flames taking in the souls, she could feel the energy they let out as they burned brilliantly one last time. Eventually, she decided it was time to tackle the topic of her visit.

[color=ivory][b]"Katharsos, do you think this same process can work on divine souls as well as it works on other souls?"[/b][/color]

Of this, he was certain. [color=goldenrod]"Divine souls? I do not know if there is even such a thing. The ichor, that which imbues us with power and divinity, seems wholly separate from the soul. One of our fellow divines met an untimely demise, and upon arriving here, seemed to be in a rather weak and mundane state. It seems natural to conclude that the process would go much the same for one of our souls."[/color]

[color=ivory][b][i]Oh? A god has died already? I wonder who...[/i][/b][/color]

There was a pause. But then before he allowed her to respond, he had to clarify, [color=goldenrod]"But I did not verify this, as I refrained from committing the one in question to the pyres...not this time. My sentiment stopped me."[/color]

[color=ivory][b]"Hmm, a very [i]noble[/i] thing to do,"[/b][/color] Melantha did not like how that word rolled off her tongue, but she didn't dwell on it. [color=ivory][b]"You said earlier that memories and emotions are burned by the fire. Does that mean that those two are inherently tied to the soul?"[/b][/color]

Katharsos was stricken by that word. It was very peculiar that she called such an action [i]noble[/i] of all things, and though he pondered such a choice of words for a short time then and for an eternity later on once his solitude was renewed, he didn't stumble upon it or get caught upon it in conversation.

[color=goldenrod]"They seem to share a powerful affinity for one another, though they are not one and the same. The astral fires here can thoroughly burn memory and the other various 'dyes' that colour a soul, but the soul itself is of hardier stuff. When subjected to the pyres, a soul is broken down into smaller units that can later reform into new souls. Thus, it is due to the memories and other aspects of a being that we are left with all of these nebulous clouds of waste product, as well as these faint...[i]impurities[/i] in the soul ash,"[/color] he offered, but then he began to think, and it was his turn to ask a question. [color=goldenrod]"You seem most fascinated by these phenomena, Melantha. Am I too optimistic in my hope that this is because you would like to assist me?"[/color]

[color=ivory][b]"Ah, this... unfortunately no. Although, as you said, I find this process interesting, death, and I mean not to offend you in saying this, is not really something that I plan on tackling anytime soon. As much as I wish this universe remained a utopia in its emptiness, the rest of the pantheon along with the Architect seems to have other ideas about it. The reason for my visit today and the motive behind my questioning is entirely personal."[/b][/color] Melantha stopped there, for a second hesitating to continue on. What would happen if he refused to help? Of course, she would have to find another way. Her determination would not deteriorate due to one small step back.

The frown upon Katharsos' face and tinges of green in his flames didn't conceal his disappointment very well.

[color=ivory][b]"I want to learn to reproduce what you are doing here, albeit in a smaller, individual if you will, scale. Would it be possible to create the necessary conditions that would enable the burning of memories without the soul breaking down due to it?"[/b][/color]

[color=goldenrod]"So you have come to ask for my assistance,"[/color] he concluded. [color=goldenrod]"I could help you do this, but I must question whether I should."[/color]

[color=ivory][b]"I must admit, you would not be gaining much, if anything, from helping me achieve this. I have no real offer I can put forth in exchange for this type of knowledge. However, much like how you have a role and a purpose to fulfil, so do I. By helping me with this, you would be contributing towards the eventual realization of my purpose and the Architect's plans for this universe,"[/b][/color] Melantha said, the latter part of her speech being especially taxing for her to admit, considering she still had doubts about the Architect's motives. 

[color=goldenrod]"What part of your role pertains to meddling with the memories of others?"[/color] He stopped to think for a moment, realizing that she might see hypocrisy in that. [color=goldenrod]"I destroy memory in order to recycle souls; besides, the dead need not clutch onto memory. I think it natural and good that life may begin upon a blank slate and each soul can make of its own existence what it will, its experience fresh and unsullied by its predecessors. For what cause would you tamper with the memories of the living?"[/color]

Melantha sighed, seemingly abandoning trying to conceal her true intentions. [b]"It's not so much as tampering with other's memories as tampering with [i]my own[/i] memories."[/b]

There was an instant where a dozen prismatic colours flashed rapidly through Katharsos' bewildered eyes. He blinked, a strange look upon his face, and rested there confounded and visibly struggling to comprehend what he'd just heard. His eyes asked, [i]'Why?'[/i]

[color=ivory][b]"I.. I have been suffocating in self-doubt and uncertainty ever since our summoning that fateful day by the Architect. You yourself were not present when it happened since you left right after awakening, but I chose to ask Him a simple question, one that any of the other gods could have asked in my place."[/b][/color] The goddess turned her back to Katharsos, the darkness around her fluctuating erratically, evidently influenced by her roiling emotions.

[color=ivory][b]"Yet, he did not even deign to answer such a simple question. Instead, he showed a level of disdain towards me for even thinking of questioning him that completely shattered whatever illusion his 'brainwashing' had induced upon me."[/b][/color] Melantha flew closer to the soul pyre, however, the little bit of heat emitted from it was barely felt by her.

[color=ivory][b]"Have you ever stopped and considered why? Why were we summoned in this universe? Every single moment since being brought here from the endless Beyond, I have pondered on this question. At first, I came to a single conclusion, that we were just an experiment—his playthings if you will. From atop his throne, he watches as we go along our lives, a false sense of freedom and purpose instilled in our minds that most other gods take for granted. What purpose? Smoke and mirrors, and nothing more..."[/b][/color]

[color=ivory][b]"I once vowed to myself to stop worrying about His motives behind our summoning, but time and time again I have broken that vow. I know that If I continue to have these doubts, there will come a day that I will break. I will fly into a rage and start destroying everything around me. Evidently, the Architect would not have any of it. That would also be the moment I cease. In the end, I decided that the only way to prevent that from happening would be to seal away my memories of that time, maybe even destroy them along with any doubts I have. By curbing my own self-destructive thoughts, I will gain the ability to survive under the shadow cast by Him."[/b][/color]

Turning her attention to Katharsos once more, Melantha continued. [color=ivory][b]"This is the reason behind my visit. You are evidently the only deity well versed in the matters of souls and hence, the only one that I can ask for help in this matter. What say you?"[/b][/color]

In his attentive state of listening, Katharsos had appeared deathly silent and still and pallid the whole time, or as close to those things as flames could ever be. When Melantha finally stopped speaking, he still remained quiet in his contemplation. For a long long time, she had the pleasure of waiting.

Who knew if it was an hour or a day or a week that passed? It might have been easier to track the time by counting the endless souls that were arrived before the duo. There were the spirits of plankton and plants and critters (and still a fair few broken ones from Beyond) but the tides of their wispy forms seemed to all meld together into a meaningless blur.

[color=goldenrod]"I think that you are rash. Do you not see that fault in yourself--that you jump to conclusions so quickly?"[/color] were the words that he finally spoke. The irony there would eluded him.

[color=goldenrod]"...but if you have contemplated yourself and deemed your mind's destination true, and this the surest path, then who am I to deny you?"[/color]

[color=ivory][b]"I wish I could find a better solution, but this is the only thing I can currently think of. Maybe one day, in the future, I will be able to release myself of this self-induced restriction without the aforementioned consequences..."[/b][/color]

[color=goldenrod]"You have swayed me,"[/color] he assured her. He took a moment to internally breathe. [color=goldenrod]"Burning away the intangible is no small feat, but not beyond your capability, especially given my tutelage. The first step for this, as with all things, is to breathe and reflect..."[/color]

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[hider=Summary]
We pick up from where Melantha was last heading towards the Sky of Pyres, trying to seek out Katharsos to ask about souls and soul ash. Mel grabs a nifty new ability to make such long-range travel easy.

She shows up and is somewhat confused by all the stars and the uncomfortable feel of the smoke that pervades the place. Katharsos wasn't expecting company and doesn't notice her; she finds him just sort of floating about next to the biggest pyre. He's doing a lot of thinking, mainly about things provoked by Seihdhara's words, and it appears as if that confrontation only had the effect of making him even more convinced of his path. He now questions not whether what he's doing is right, so much as how he can make the other gods understand that his way is right. Also, he's been talking to himself a little bit.

Melantha and Katharsos talk. Both are polite enough. She asks him what he's doing and what he knows about souls, then ultimately drops the big bomb: that she actually cares more about memories and wants to figure out how to wipe some of her own memories.

Katharsos is a little bit shocked, but ultimately decides to help her out. He shows her how he does that thing that he does with the fire that burns memories 'n' stuff, so with that bit of help she is able to buy the ability to erase memories.[/hider]
[hider=MP Expenditures]

Nothing spent by Katharsos.

[u]Melantha MP Usage:[/u]
[list]
[*][b]3 MP[/b] to create the ability [b]Shadow Step[/b] An advanced method of travelling using the power Melantha possesses over darkness. She fades out of existence, becoming one with darkness and teleporting to a set location. The location she teleports to can be any place where the power of darkness is at large. (i.e. shadows etc)
[*]1 MP to unlock the ability to burn away memories, counting towards unlocking [b]Oblivion[/b] Portfolio [1/5][/list] 
- [b]NEW BALANCE:[/b] 5 MP & 32 FP[/hider]