Entropy remains silent as the Kingsoul slots into their shell, feeling a fresh trickle of Soul in their shell. The first life they have felt in such long time.
And then Entropy begins to focus, directing the soul inwards.
Soul flows from the crack in Kingsoul, but a drop from an endless ocean of it contained within the charm. At first, nothing seems to happen, as the Void and Rot within Entropy's shell is slowly sated by the endless stream of lifeforce. Then a sound is heard; a quiet shuffling, slight cracking of the hollow shells. The sound of something separating.
Darkness pools, flowing from beneath Entropy's cloak as the dark haze, the signs in the hollow eyes that something lives within fading as Entropy's shade detaches from the husk it has inhabited.
And then the Abyss is slowly engulfed in soft, pale light, as all the black flowers Entropy has planted flourish, soul flowing from their husk through the roots, up into the stems, turning the field of skulls into a flower field. The flowers climb up the wall, and out into the world beyond.
The flowers wind through the Ancient Basin, up through Deepnest, and into the Queen's Gardens, producing a brilliant flash as they blossom in the chamber where @white-lady-official dwells. More veins of flowers blossom further, stretching far across the wastes, through dreams and the husk of a fallen bug, before leading into Shellwood, then Bellhart, leading like ivy up to wrap around @child-of-weaver-and-wyrm's bellhome. And then the flowers grow further, through Sinner's Road, leaving a glowing trail through the Mist, catching the attention of @the-wraiths-collective and @phathom-the-wraith as they blossom, then through the Exhaust Organ. The wreath Entropy left behind suddenly flares to life in @phantom-offical's chambers before they spread further. Up the elevator, and in the Stage where @trobbio-official is, wherever the flowers have been placed. The glow brightens as it nears the Cradle, emboldened by the surrounding flora as they wreath the elevator. The ugly black blooms that marred the white roses of the Cradle suddenly turn a brilliant white, catching @see-me-your-knight-moved's gaze. They wind through the Citadel, the Slab, up Mount Fay to where Entropy first entered these lands. And then perhaps they spread beyond.
And back at the Abyss the largest bloom sprouts from the dead vessel's skull, pulsing with every wave of Soul flowing from the Kingsoul. Entropy's shade hovers beside; twice the size of the husk it inhabited, white marks of Rot down their arm, while their eyes glow with a soft indigo light. Still holding their sickle. The flower crown left behind.
They bow slightly, pulling the Pale King into a hug, ephemeral form clutching the Wyrm.
And then the cold splash of Void runs down your fingers, and Entropy seeps through the skulls to return to the endless night they came from.
And all that is left is the flowers.
