The Nerevarine, now both participant and witness to the death of the Tribunal, shed the aspects of Ayem, Seht and Vehk from herself, floating timidly down from her position into the cradle, faded, ashamed. With sharp angles and mathematical precision Wraithguard projected a formulae that could only be solved for the aspect of Neht, the inverse of ALMSIVI, made without the heart, by the end of the heart, the negation of injustice and shame that created the Tribunal God-Nots.
Anguish gave way to relief, as the ashen skies burned the putrified impurities that had accumulated in her lungs. The pain, which would fold a lesser soul, was hot like a mother’s scorn, but Neht knew it had to be felt, it had to be cherished. Her legs became numb in the process, forcing her to cling to the stiff uselessness of the Muatra, but the moment soon passed, and she descended from Red Mountain triumphant in the turning of the wheel.
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