<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Location: Second Chance Club front office</span></div><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/fTTFUV4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PKQgdD8.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/zu9APE4.jpg)</div><br/>The trek back to Wyrmfell was thankfully uneventful...well, as uneventful as carting around an ally's corpse can be at least. The gang does meet a slight bit of trouble with the guards at the gate, trying to take a dead body into the city and all, but they eventually accept the group's claims that Grella was one of your adventuring comrades. Had she not been an elc the guards may have pressed the issue more, but few in the city would care too much about a dead green skin.<br/><br/>Back at the office Cass was again wowed by the wacky chain of events the investigation had sent them through. While she was a bit disappointed that they had technically failed another quest, and thus couldn't add it to the Club's completion record, taking care of Jeb's monster problem helped take the sting off. At least it was<em>one</em>quest they had completed successfully. And of course the idea of having an inn sponsorship and a free maid who would act as quick communication between them in the field wasn't too bad either. Compared to all that Grella's death barely even registered with the necromancer, who just casually requested them to carry her down into the basement (AND DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!). While they were down there they would notice yet another corpse laying on one of her experiment tables, this time a pink tiefling girl. She looked as though she had been crushed in some kind of building collapse. It made Grella's body look pristine in comparison.<br/><br/>Once their reports were all given, Cass dismissed them for the rest of the day, giving them ample time to go about their personal business, such as Katra's duel at the Adventurer's Guild HQ.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Location: Second Chance Club basement</span></div><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/z0r8jy0.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/DD1kU0Z.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/eRkqbtO.jpg)</div><br/>As the other members of the Second Chance Club went about their business for the night, down below Cass'andra was hard at work preparing her spell, "Hijas de Ava. Hijas de Muerta. Hijas de carne y sangre! Cesa tu quietud!" she chanted, waving her arms over the two corpses with complex and precise hand gestures, "Deshazte del abrazo de la muerte. No pases más allá Del Negro!" she continued, dipping her fingers into a bowl of pitch black liquid. With inky fingers she drew sigils across their bodies, starting at their heads and working down to their chests, and then out to the ends of each extremity, "Escuchame! Fracasados ​​caídos! Tu ama te ofrece! Tu reina te exige!..." her voice swells as black energy swirls around the room. All color is drained from the room, save for the purple gleam of Cass's eyes. Suddenly the sigils drawn across their bodies begin to sink into their skin, as though the ink were being sucked in by their pores....<br/><br/>Within The Black, both Grella and Xanavel walk hand in hand with Madama Muerta, neither aware of each other, nor of the thousands of other souls who also walk with Madam Death in that exact moment. Despite being in countless places at once, Death seems to give them her undivided attention and care, as if they were the only person in all of existence. However they can feel the end of their time with the Goddess growing near, approaching the point where she would part with them, sending them off alone to their final resting place,<strong>"The time draws close my dear, I hope you are ready..."</strong>the skeletal bride cooed softly, letting go of their hands,<strong>"Fear not my child. Soon you shall awaken in a new place, a place where you belo..."</strong>she stops, head tilting as she watches black ink seep up through their skin, forming into necrotic sigils all across their bodies,<strong>"I see...so this is-"</strong><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong><em>"...rise...."</em></strong></span></div><br/>A voice cuts the Goddess off. It is spoken as a whisper, yet seems to boom through them like thunder. Without a thought their souls obey the rumbling command, and they suddenly start to rise upwards, violently snatched away from Madama Muerta's side like a fish being reeled in. They have but a few seconds to process the visage of Muerta shrinking away as they are pulled up, before suddenly their eyes snap open and their lungs fill with air, both of them jolting upright on their tables as though being physically hit by the force of their souls slamming back into their bodies.<br/><br/>"whew, that was a hard one...it seems someone<em>really</em>wanted you huh?" Cass'andra murmured, partially to Xanavel, though mostly to herself. The color quickly returns to the room as the pale elf washes her hands in a basin of water, "Welcome back again. The second time is a lot smoother than the first isn't it?" Cass says to Grella with a small smile, though from Grella's perspective it hadn't felt very smooth at all. It still felt like she had just been brought back from drowning, "umm...excuse me, could you roll over?" the elf asked the elc, sporting a purple blush as she motioned to Grella's naked body, which still showed some signs of...<em>rigor mortis</em>down below. After a quick inspection she would find that Grella's once scorched back had been fully restored to normal, her muscles once more ripped and glistening. She conducted a similar check on Xanavel, confirming that her shattered bones and grounded up meat had all found their way back to their proper places.