With the wave of her hand, all fires receded. It all culminated into a fireball, hovering over her hand. Looking over at her new accomplice, she blew the fire at him. The fire gave her executioner his new body. “Welcome home, old friend. It’s been too long.” With a chuckle, she turned to the world in front of them. “Let’s get started.”

The Keeper and her executioner walked over the small hills that littered the terrain. As they walked, the herd of Vortusks from earlier in the day joined them. Their acute noses helped them track what their lack of eyes couldn't. When one of their tails grazed the Keeper's hip, it growled softly and all stopped to pay homage to her. Taking the face of the nearest one, she buried her face in the fur of its head and started nuzzling it. The rest of the herd sensed the Keeper's playfulness and began hopping in place as she laughed. When a minute passed, she stretched her arm out and sent the herd continuing on their track.

The Keeper and her executioner walked another distance until they came across a rocky field with withering trees. Every rock and tree had been clawed apart, but the bark was thick and the rocks more solid than the Earth itself; the wanderers recognized this place. It was a Hunter's common rest spot. True to their suspicions, a Hunter appeared walking up the hill to a southernmost tree. Unsheathing the axe from its holster on its back and lodging it into the ground, it began driving its long, black claws into the bark of the tree trunk. As the wanderers approached, the glow of the executioner caught its eye. Immediately, it dropped to its knees in reverence only to bow low to the ground when it realized the Keeper accompanied him. The Keeper waved her hand over the Hunter and it looked up at her. The wanderers continued on their way.

Finally, after such a long trek, they'd reached the place they were searching for: the cliff's edge where the former friends of the Keeper's previous identity had veered off the route. The Keeper looked over the edge at the pool of water forty feet down. She slowly held out her hand; the roots of the Hollows snaked their way into the water. They emerged as watery tendrils, holding the bikes the former friends had ridden here. The Keeper turned her hand and clenched it into a fist; the tendrils began bending the metal of the bikes and wheel spokes, fashioning them into armor for the Keeper. After she adorned her new garments, she bent down and traced the old tire tracks with her finger, a low hum beginning to emanate from the ground. With a smile, she shoved more of her hand into the dirt and the route around the wanderers started to glow. The light originated from her hand and spread up into the forest behind them and onto the route ahead of them.

The Keeper smiled wildly. Every time she believed this feeling of power she'd felt since returning couldn't get any better, even more energy coursed through her new body and excited her even more. She grabbed whatever was in her hand and ripped it from the ground; the energy had taken the form of a rope and continued to pulse its energy through it. Her eyes and smile getting wider, she raised the glowing rope to the sky. The whole world began shaking. The executioner tried his best to keep his footing while the Keeper remained still and unwavering. After a few moments, the shaking stopped. The wanderers stood, staring at each other. Then she spoke. "Find them. Find them all and alert me to their locations." With that, the executioner dispersed back into fireflies and flew off into every direction.

The Keeper was home.