“I don’t see how that will protect us, and it puts us closer to danger with our clutches.”<span style="color: #ff99cc">“Ashia will protect the eggs, even if she kills us. Perhaps being close to her will give our clutches the best chance of survival.” </span>The first growled softly but nodded in defeat. “Fine.”<span style="color: #ff99cc">“You are wrong, this is not Void.” </span>She dispelled the image of Delithia and replaced it with one of a star being devoured by a black hole.<span style="color: #ff99cc"> “You will be powerless. I know no more. That is the most I can give you to return the… kindness you have shown us.”</span><br/><br/>“W-wait! Wait! A bargain…! A bargain! Ras, I will give you Ras’ family, and we let bygones be bygones.” The spirit stared at the dagger, which was almost burning hot in Ashia’s hand but didn’t melt the snow around them. “No no no no…” The voice trailed off and it let out a horrific scream when it was stabbed. The spirit wailed and thrashed but the chains held it tight. As the creature died it began to melt and the ooze tried to reach out for Ashia but eventually it would die and be absorbed by the dagger leaving nothing but an imprint in the snow. The dagger was wrapped up by a chain and crushed, letting Ashia hear the creature’s tormented scream one last time before it was completely erased from existence. All of the chains retreated and if she tried to look at them she would see Ras’ footprints in the snow and the snow falling on him but Trinity and made the two blind and deaf to each other and if she tried to stare at him she would feel herself getting dizzy. When all of the chains vanished a bottle of beer fell into the snow next to Ashia and he vanished, leaving her alone with the corpses of the dead cultists.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>