There was a certain sense of irony as we walked into the Next Room, cold and dark, and marveled that the area looked weirdly familiar. One chair was across from us, while our chairs were collected next to each other, lined up in a row. It hadn't taken too long for me to figure out exactly what happened after you've measured someone's life.
Judgment.
The fact that the mother of graves was not immediately up in arms about us performing the judgment. This meant that wherever we sent them, whatever plane we placed them on for an eternity would be where they rested.
Our petitioners in this judgment are from all over the continent and those who we couldn't save at the ball.
We had a few options and how to deal with them. Reincarnation was an option, sending them to a plane or bringing them back to life, though that one was more unspoken, but nobody stopped us if we had. That one was reserved for only one ensnared by The Shard, and we brought them back to make it go and run off with his love as far away as he could. never getting to confess his feelings in the way that he wanted.
I swear the whole party is a bunch of hopeless Romantics. Granted, most of us are in relationships or seeing someone. In all honesty, the only one that I would actively seek information from would likely be Kraia.
More often than not, we decided most of them just needed to pass on, better to place them in a plane far away from the shards' grasp and have their soul fuel The Shard.
There are a few that stood out. One of the noblemen from the masquerade did not choose the right words upon learning about his more misogynistic views. Collectively, we chose to reincarnate the man, with no real stipulations other than the fact that he was going to be born a woman with only the faint memories of his past life that might fade over time. That judgment was solely due to his views on women and how he treated them.
I'm not going to lie and say the last one that Gaia and Grace had put in the chair in front of us was difficult.
In the end, I was the one who delivered the verdict, and they made sure they remembered who I was. Our eyes were locked on each other as I delivered our Collective judgment and verdict. The fury their eyes held as they were whisked away to another plane despite what they believed they had earned.
Gaia had watched and listened to our judgments as if she were judging us, which I don't doubt.
Then, a voice of range in my head. That of Skien than from Pharsma herself.
"The Lady of Graves has power in all domains of life and death, for your fellow Champion's knowledge." Skien had said, not hiding any of the contempt from her voice.
"I wish to offer a boon whilst you stand here straddling the line. One soul, however, departed. I will allow you to speak with them, Champion." Said the goddess of death, in that same icy coolness she always had. "It is you as a group who must decide who."
That left us with some debate, but weirdly, we eventually all settled on a singular entity to speak with.
Terra Arcana.
Whether or not we were able to speak with the shattered remnants of the Avatar, other people were made aware of what we had done or at least were aware that something was happening. The Younger Azsire knew something was happening; he was apparently giving Talinde some very odd looks from where they were.
A figure appeared in the seat shortly after we had asked to speak with the dead world.