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The waters suddenly started surging and churning, the myriad scents of the vapors mixed into a choking olfactory cacophony. It was hard to see the woman’s form through the roiling foam, but you could vaguely make out that her convulsions were becoming more subdued. No, that wasn’t quite it. She was still thrashing about, but you couldn’t help but get the impression that her movements had intentionality to them that her earlier seizures lacked. In addition, you could see her black hair had been bleached into a familiar white. Every now and again one of her hands would reach out from the turbulent pool, but Avenger would push it back under with her staff if it remained exposed for more than a couple seconds. In all, the ritual proceeded like that for about half a minute, before Avenger took her staff and buried it a couple inches into the ground at the edge of the pool.
The waters began to calm, the vapors began to recede, and suddenly the unknown woman flung herself out of the pool, prompting Avenger to retract her staff and back away in surprise as the woman’s fall took her over where your Servant had planted it. From a glance at her prone form, you noticed that while the color of her hair had turned white, her clothing hadn’t been significantly altered. As before, she wore denim jeans with a pistol’s holster fastened on, along with a red and black tartan sweater, though they appeared less ragged now than when she’d been submerged. One thing that caught your eye as she regained her senses was that claws pulsed in and out of her fingertips several times before they at last retracted.
Pushing herself up to a seated position, she silently looks into her hands for a few moments as she opens and closes them, before asking no one in particular, “What… happened? Was I…?” Stopping herself, she quickly takes in her surroundings before she fixes her gaze on you, where you can see that her eyes have the same shade of red as yours, before hesitantly saying, “You… seem vaguely familiar to me.”
Stooping down to your knee and meeting her eye-level, you answer, “You saw me before, but only for a brief moment. It appears we were able to revive you with your consciousness intact after that thing-!”
Stopping from surprise, as you glanced back you saw that the ghoulish creature had somehow grown its severed limbs back and had nearly crawled to the exit of the maintenance room. However, a wall of ice suddenly grew in front of the door, barring its escape. Immediately afterward, each of its four limbs were set aflame by your Servant. “Not a bad attempt, rapidly regenerating and attempting to flee while our attention was elsewhere. But not good enough.” Avenger chided smugly.
Turning to face you from a sprawled position, he irately shouted, “What are you?! What did you do?! I should be able to make that bitch maul you with a mental command!”
