The threads in her hands keep her broken world together. Through her dark, crystalline eyes, she gains the sight from the creatures that follow her. Though her world had suffered, she knew her part in rebuilding it: bring all the lands back together. She needed her following, though. The creatures could only do so much, finding the cohorts and killing the ones who didn't belong. She needed her people.

She waved her hand in front of her, summoning the fireflies that shaped themselves into her executioner. When he stood in front of her, she glared at him. "Is. She. Dead?" He dropped to his knees in silence. "Unbound by time and unaffected by their plane and she still managed to evade us?" From the earth protruded roots which the executioner grabbed and ripped up with ease. He stood back up and ran his thumb over the blade of his new axe.

He then threw it in the direction she faced and turned back to her. "I will not fail you, old friend." With that, the fireflies the composed his body dispersed in every possible direction. The obsidian muscles around her eyes crunched together. "I'm beginning to disbelieve that."