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EL YAMA flies back to Lunnette, who is still laying on the floor, eyes open, awake but still beaten You magnificent bastard of Calistria you did it she says peting El YAMA on the top of his head You all are magnificent too, thanks for all that she then points ay Eskar You too magnificent golden snake... and of course my lovely BFF... where are you uh? go get laid or something, that golden hunk of a snake earned it
Her hand begins casting something and the stone and dirt below her turns into what seems like a stone bed Now if you excuse my pretty self, I´m going to take a rest while you guys sort things out...
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Amidst the smoke and tearing skies, as the process of healing began, a profound sense of fulfillment finally settled over him.
For a fleeting moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, and all that remained was the pure, unshakable joy of a victory they had earned together.
A warm smile spread across his face at the sound of Saya’s triumphant voice. For a heartbeat, all the fear and struggle he had endured simply fell away.
He stepped closer, letting exhaustion and relief mingle as he wrapped her in a gentle and weary hug
We did it.. Every step, every sun.. It’s ours to hold he said as he lets the silence of victory hang between them for just a moment, both savoring the calm that follows the storm.
Eskar chuckles softly at Lunette’s attempt to tease them. He then glances at Saya, sharing a brief, fond smile, and then opens one arm wide, creating space between them.
You did incredible too, Lunette-- he says warmly with both pride and camaraderie --For keeping us on our feets and taking our burden, no matter the cost. Without hesitation, he pulls her gently into the embrace, wrapping her together with himself and Saya We couldn't have achieved this without you and the enduring spirit of YAMA He stays for a bit like this before letting her go
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She happily embrace Eskar at that, a kiss laod on her serpentine cheek, and rubbing her nose on the stone scaly face, they could relax a bit for now, it was worth they deserved the moment
As Lunnetter is pulled over .
You know we love you too, you are not to die, not on my watch i have yet to make understand the meaning of true love, not only the one you preach about, alas not today
She leans towards there and lay a kiss on her forehead
Now don't you dare to make any mockery now, we win, lets dwell in this
Alas still i feel a bit bad about the Phoenix though
The colossal ruby phoenix grows more resplendent and terrifying with each restored feather that soars into the sky to meet it. The magnificent bird lets out a final screech as its shroud of flames intensifies, utterly consuming it. The phoenix is gone. As ruby ashes drift towards the tapestry, the invaders, seeing the tapestry’s last defense has failed, pour through, their entire force pushing through the largest rift in a massive final attack. The entire world shudders as the rift widens.
The voice of the former Master of Spells echoes through the Tapestry. ”Finally! I am able to come through!” The last word can be heard more clearly as Aram Zey appears, stepping forward out of nothingness to stand under the falling ashes. “Pathfinders, you fought bravely and well, and your sacrifices were not in vain.” Aram Zey pauses, and his expression turns pensive. “But, the tapestry’s tale has not yet ended. Even though there is clearly a force at work here that is greater than we realized,” he gestures out toward the invaders, “Furthermore, we have not permanently repaired the demiplane—we have only patched the worst of the damage and prevented irreversible catastrophe. But I sense that…” Aram Zey’s voice trails off for a moment, “Yes, just as I thought.”
The ruby ashes begin to glow, faint as smoldering coals at first, and then intensifying, coalescing, and swirling in beautiful patterns as they lift Aram Zey into the air. He is unperturbed by this development. “It seems the key to defending the tapestry is allowing its guardian to be reborn. I will do whatever I can to provide the arcane energy necessary to keep the tapestry stable. In the meantime, I hope the Society will search for a more permanent solution. I refuse to believe that the knowledge of the legendary Ruby Phoenix herself has been lost to us forever.” The ashes and Zey converge on a single point, a great crimson ember in the sky. There is a spark, and then the ember explodes. A wave of fire engulfs the tapestry as the Ruby Phoenix emerges from the explosion with a triumphant, piercing cry. Aram Zey floats within its heart, his body engulfed in ruby fire. The explosion’s flames reach the invaders first, turning them to ash and cinders. The flames wash over the tapestry’s defenders without harming them. The tapestry burns—but like the phoenix the fires replenish it, scouring the wasteland and restoring the tapestry’s original environments. The phoenix beats its wings, sending wave after wave of fire into the Astral rift and searing the portal shut. Then it soars in a great arc across the sky and flies off toward the sun.