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In the deepest reaches of the Astral Plane, a white flame could be seen burning in the distance. The pedstal atop of which it burned had begun to change its color. Its dark metals now took on a brighter hue as the flame danced on the ashes that were placed within. In the same area, there was another pedastal, however, its flames were not yet lit. There was one being present within this shrine, and it was he who bore witness to the tragedy that befell the world. As he sat in his place, watching the flames as they began to form a new on the floor before him, he stood from his position, and grabbed a handful of the ashes from the second pedastal. As the flames began to grow larger, the man...this acolyte, blew the ashes from his hand, and onto the flames.

He watched as the flames swirled about the air, almost as if to trace the silouette of what seemed to be a woman, floating in the air. He crossed his arms as the ashes sook their place above the flames. They remained in motion as if to simulate the blood that would be flowing through her veins. It did not take long for the flames to ignite themselves on the ashes that now formed her body. These holy flames had begun to burn the flesh onto the the ashes. From the bones to the flesh, it did not take long for these flames to restore the flesh of this particular woman. She remained flaoting inthe air once the flames finally burned themselves out. The Acolyte then took off his cloak and laid it atop of her body as it float in the air where she had been reformed. He then placed both of his index fingers on her temples, and spoke a few words, as the life that had left breathed his way back into her body.

"And that which had been destroyed, has once agian become whole."

Issildia had never known such darkness, her very existence coming to an end. Memories slowly slipped away and faded as her soul slowly began to die, with no where to return to in the shattered remains of the realm of the dead, there was no escaping this end.
Then the cold began to be leeched away, and her memories slid back, existence began to return. Though with the recollection of her time in the realm of the living came other memories, things that she had never seen or experienced before.
They came slowly at first, but their pace hastened and pain seared though her being as uncountable recollections of an entire race passed through her...memories that lasted for unseen centuries.
It seemed an eternity that this continued, when finally they ceased, any recollection of her time in the world of the living seemed so distant, as though years in the past. But nonetheless she was no longer who she once was.
She understood.

Wordlessly she stood from where she found herself kneeling on the insubstantial floor of the astral plane.
Without out regarding the one there she quickly dressed herself before regarding him; speaking with a calmness that she could never had possessed before.


"How can the necromancer's work be undone Caaro? What must we do?"

"Azure..." Issildia said as she caught the tattered edges of a memory that seemed all to distant. Her eyes then hardened suddenly, there was venom traced along the undertones in her voice as she spoke.

"Where is Nahota?..."

Issildia's own anger at what Nahota's involvement had caused nearly had the best of her but she withheld it.
He had been forced to contend with one of his own, nothing more could have been asked.

"I see...So what is to be done now. I presume that the Ryeras' actions will have tempted a number of undesirable individuals out of the underworld…"

"It will make the necromancer's work difficult to undo with the likes of him having crossed over. He is in his element even now and I doubt he will freely consent to being returned to the Nether Realm. " Issildia uttered flatly.

"So how can he be dealt with..."

~Some time later


The world had taken on an unusual hue since Issildia had last seen it. Colors seemed leeched from the surroundings and the air was thick with half whispered words. The living world now combined with the realm of the dead was slowly having it's very life drawn from it, or at least it appeared that way. The Forest of 1000 Souls spread out in and endless sea of mottled green in the growing dark as night descended upon them.

"There is a light guard out covering a tight perimeter, though a secondary line is scattered farther out, it should not be difficult to deal with them." Issildia said from where she stood calmly in the lifeless braches of a tree, far above the ground.

"Perhaps we are expected." Issildia noted flatly as her hand instinctivly fell to the blade at her belt.

"Maybe we should let ourselves in..."

"What is he doing?" Issildia inquired lowly as she continued to moniter their surroundings.
She did not understand the reasoning behind Kuroha's actions but should this be a trap they could easily be cut off from each other.