Yumara flies down along the twisted paths within the guardian. Her feet making no sounds and leaving no footprints behind. The rows of vine like tentacles on either side of her body whip about, ripping tainted creatures from their hidden alcoves, within the trees and brushes. Yumara cannot stop her movement if she does the very earth she treads upon would seek to claim her. As it is most of the fur and flesh on her legs is shedded and dripping clear watery fluid. Poisonous ones covered in wicked thorns wrap around her legs and body trying to stop her. One of the sucker mouths filled with long spine like teeth closes over the upper half of a shadow tainted Dryad. There’s a sickly wet crunch, followed by a the sound of bones being crushed. When the tentacle pulls away, the entire head and upper torso, have been cleanly bitten off from the rest of the body. Blood sprays from it body like it was shooting from a geyser. It runs a few more steps before collapsing a large puddle of blood forming around it. A half dozen barbed arrows dipped in acidic goo pierce her flank on one half of her body. Yumara howls in pain as the tentacles rip them along with chunks of flesh and muscle from her body. Two of the plant like mouths on the ends spew a thick gel into the gaping hole in her side. Muscle and flesh began to rapidly repair itself, as Yumara spews a thick mist from her mouth at the offenders. Within second it engulfs them and eats away all of their flesh lifeless twigs crumble to the ground in small piles of kindling.
Yumara stumbles and nearly collapses as fire rakes up along her body. She feels as though one whole have of her body is being consumed by Salkeen’s flames. She hears a loud buzzing sound coming from further up within the Guardian. Yumara desperately needs to reach the heart of the Avatar, so that she can try and purify it. She switches into her Primal form, and heals what damage she has taken in the process. She spins unleashing a whirlwind of leaves. Where they hit they begin to purify the area around them, it isn’t much but it is a start.
A concussive wave of light energy tears through the Guardian, blasting the void taint from it. All of the creatures that weren’t fully corrupted are cleansed. Those that are corrupted are disintegrated on the spot. The heart wakes up and the second thing of wasps that the Avatar spews forth come out and immediately begin to attack the remaining void and fel offenders. Yumara collapses she doesn’t have long to rest, Jericha will need to be contained in some way soon. Yumara knows that asking Master to intervene is going to anger both Salkeen and Jericha. She could hope that Jericha would willingly except Masters aid, but she doesn’t see that happening. Now that she has a moment she speaks into the Masters mind. Master you might need to contain Jericha, she will still belong fully to Salkeen, you will just be sort of keeping her from destroying herself, and ending Izzabelle, Orion, and myself in the process. We both know that she will not allow you to help her. Still she will need to be contained somehow, before it’s to late. She then sends Master an image, one that she has spent a lifetime trying to forget.
Master sees it through Yumara’s eyes. There’s a massive battle battle taking place upon a sea of tortured souls. Armies of undead and void monstrosities are clashing into armies of light. Broken souls try desperately to pull the combatants down, beneath the ever moving and moaning depths. Yumara speeds at impossible speeds towards a large object in the distance. The desperation could be felt in the rapid beating of her heart, and the chaos that was filling her mind. Orion sped along right beside her. There was a vanguard flanking them, preventing them from being slowed. As quickly as they were destroyed more appeared. Soon the object comes into view. It’s a large archway that seems to reach up to the very heavens. It’s width is easily a few hundred meters long. The entirety of the archway is made of bodies, millions of broken and twisted bodies, Who’s faces all belong to Jericha’s. All of them are begging, screaming, sobbing, moaning, shrieking, etc, in agony, despair, loss, dread, and hopelessness. Just hearing it had Yumara feeling like she should just give up. Why even bother, it was useless she was totally useless. She should just let the souls claim her, she was noth… she shakes her head, and steals her mind against the feelings of despair caused by the horrendous caterwauling.
As she approaches she can now see Jericha standing there, Ebony behind her, his hands resting resting protectively on her shoulders. He seems to be conducting her on what to do. As the Archway screams, Jericha starts to pour her soul into the center of it. It swiftly spreads reaching with billions of shadowy tendrils towards the archway, quickly filling the space between. Yumara watches helpless as Jericha’s spirit becomes a gateway, a gateway to the world destruction. Yet it is more than that, she is more than that. More than a simple gateway, she is the key portal. Once fully operational, gateways that had been established on other world would open as well. She had to prevent this, no matter the cost she needed to prevent the completion. They are finally within attacking distance, Yumara can hear Ebony speaking. “Yes, yes that’s it, my precious, wonderful, beautiful little girl. You are doing such a magnificent job, can you feel them?” After a second Jericha’s Head turns and she smiles, and gives an affirmative nod of her head. Ebony smiles and lightly kisses the top of her head “That is wonderful my beautiful girl, simply wonderful. Call them towards the gateway… let them know that a path is being opened for them.” Yumara doesn’t understand what Jericha is saying, as she is speaking in the long forgotten languages of the old gods. “Come, come the doorway is open, crossover, there world waiting to be corrupted, come the doorway is open.”
Yumara doesn’t wait she pulls her bow from her back and fires it. An arrow of light flies towards the top of the archway growing in size, until it resembles a meteor streaking through the sky. It strikes the center of the archway at the top. As it does Orion appears above it in his god form and freezes time on it. Preventing to chorus of despair from reaching the troops fighting to prevent this destruction. Yumara rapidly fires a second arrow, and then a third. On the fourth the archway begins to crumble. Jericha drops to the ground screaming in both fury and agony. As the archway collapses. Ebony turns and fires a massive bolt of void at Yumara which is intercepted by half a dozen defenders. Yumara pulls out a special arrow and fires it directly at Jericha, Ebony pulls Jericha behind him, and when the arrow strikes his soul, and mind are thrown from the body he is using. Yumara’s next arrow strikes Jericha blasting her mind free of her body. Orion appears next to the soulless shell, grabbing it he both he and the body vanish. Yumara in turn spins and changes into her Guardian form. In less than a nanosecond she starts to devour and destroy Jericha’s soul. Within a scant few seconds there’s nothing left of it. Yumara’s mind fills with devastation, and despair as she destroys everything Jericha is. She hates Ebony with everything that she is, she hates him for forcing her to destroy, one of the only things she had ever loved. She hates herself for letting Jericha down, when she had needed her the most, for leaving her defenseless against an adversary that she couldn’t of won against. She pulls what remains of Jericha’s mind into her own and ties it to her soul. She would need to create a body for her. With the destruction of the Archway and the apparent loss of the Master, Ebony’s armies were faltering… with that the image begins to face
Master as the void pours into Jericha, it will destroy the fel, it will destroy her mind, along with the piece of Salkeen’s soul that Jericha possesses. Once she has been fully claimed by the void she will use her power to try and open the gateway from before. Yet she is no longer capable of that, but she will try and kill herself, Orion, Izzabelle, and I in the process. Her body is needed to create the archway, her soul to create the actual portal. Her mind conducting and holding it all together. Yet she no longer has a soul, and her body remains beyond the reach of all. Please Master Yumara jumps up and rushes back down along her earlier path, exiting the Avatar a moment later.
percent certain that belonging to Lord Salkeen was going to be a complete pain in the gluteus Maximus. Lhashira lands and with the help of a potion begins to heal the damage done by the Fel Reavers hit. She has only a moment before she feels herself being pulled back into the chaos.