Broke and fragmented, Terra Arcana took a vaguely humanoid shape. Wrapping around her soul, a broken red crystal formed a large part of her body. Fragments floated around her. Scarlet would be a better description of her color.
I didn't know what to expect. Part of me thought this conversation was only possible because of the shard's effects on reality. I was hoping that, speaking with her, we could understand the shards in some way or more about that shadowed time period.
Something was unnerving about a few of the things Terra Arcana said. How she knew about my power is both lost on me and concerned me. The people who formed a part of her being were arcane practitioners. So, in some way, she could be connected to any arcane users. Honestly, that whole conversation seemed like a dream.
Terra Arcana told us about her heart, the way he always did what was right, that he knew the way. The wording was specific and unnerving, but I couldn't understand why. I can guess her heart is half the person who would become the Antipaladin. That is interesting and true. It is just another piece of history, and I'm unsure what to do with it. The more I think about this, the shards, magic, the myths, and stories about the war involving them. The more my mind wanders to that moment. Where Terra Arcana died and the rise of the godkiller. What connected that unnamed god and her heart to the Shardic God who fought against other gods to protect.
Speaking of the divine, she spoke about the gods. If we are not able to help her sister, Istralar. Then we should kill them all.
I don't know how to feel about that.
I would fight anyone if it meant I could protect Celuriel and Avariel.
The whole conversation had a haunting air and left me thinking. Then she looked at me momentarily before commenting that we can't save everyone. There was something deeply concerning about that.
"I'll keep those words to heart," I whispered.
In the end, Azyel asked who created arcane magic. With a smile across her lips, she spoke the words and disappeared, shattering before the name even left her crystal lips.
Why did that conversation leave me concerned? I felt like I was staring at the back of a puzzle, knowing I just had a piece but couldn't see the picture.
Our last partitioner wasn't a person we had been expecting—a woman clad in green. Her shape was hard to describe, but we knew who it was. It was some incarnation of the Gemstone of Life.
There was little we could actually ask The Gem. Most of the information we already knew when we had asked about the Runaway. A corner of the room had slowly gotten increasingly more Scarlet. Gaia had flicked it away with a hand, turning the room back to its neutral Grays and Blues.
That conversation was much more brief because it wasn't a judgment. Patience simply wanted us to save her husband. given what we did to her, that was the least we could do. Hive it the best attempt we could. God, if only we had known what we know now. The limit wouldn't have happened if we didn't have to do with the combined remains of two broken Gods forged into a sword.
If we are going to save them, we might as well try to save them all. We just need to figure out how to separate the blade from the gym.
With Patience fading away, we were left with Gaia and all of us collectively. Leaving us with the next trial ahead, to whatever challenge the Shard and Avatar had planned.