“What will your presence in Aurora do to her?” Guinevere asked.

  Nothing harmful, I will not be able to overpower her soul if that is your concern your husband’s and your will was inherited by her, the spirit explained.

  “How can we trust…” Guinevere began.

  “Because we have no choice,” I said cutting her off. “Her life is in the balance, we have to take the risk.”

  Guinevere bit her tongue but nodded. “What are you called, spirit?”

  My name is Inashra, the spirit said. I am a spirit of magic.

  I grimaced. “Do it now,” I said clutching my chest and pulling back red covered fingers.

  The spirit flowed into Aurora the flickering static aura around her stabilizing as the time suspension became almost solid. I fell to my knees and could only dimly feel Guinevere’s hand on my shoulder and her calling out my name. My vision went dark, even if I couldn’t feel the agony my body was in that didn’t stop it from slowly killing me.

  I fell my spirit and mind imploding on itself as the body housing them failed.

  Down and down I went tumbling through a sea of stars, no, not stars. I recognized the lights and constellations as my abilities. Little motes of light flickered in between them representing my titles. I wondered if this was it, after all what could happen to a soul that died in the Void? Was there some further afterlife after this? Maybe there was some greater God who had created all the universes and I was about to be judged by him for my deeds.

  No

  The word was not spoken, it was not thought, it simply was a declaration of my being.

  I wasn’t done yet, Arthur had tried to kill me, in fact I was pretty sure he had succeeded. That I could forgive, I’d killed thousands, many had deserved it, many hadn’t. It wouldn’t be right for me to rage against the injustice of my own death…but he had sentenced my daughter to death. For that there was no forgiveness, he would die in misery, in pain and alone.

  I opened my eyes, not my eyes actually but I could see and watched as Guinevere knelt over my disintegrating corpse a skeleton all that remained behind. I couldn’t speak not yet but I could feel something hot all around me, it reminded me of the burning heat I’d experienced when upgrading my Spirit attribute past its limits.

  Agony filled me like I had experienced in years. I’d almost forgotten what pain was like but I couldn’t even scream or grit my teeth, I could only endure. I did endure it, I had to, my daughter still needed to be saved and her attempted murderer needed to be slain.

  Brilliant light shone all around and Guinevere flinched as a mote of pure light appeared before her. Slowly the light expanded bands of darkness coiling around it. This new body was not one of flesh, nor was it of stone, earth, metal, wood or any other material known to man. It wasn’t something created by World Forge or condensed ethereal, mana or stamina. This was my soul made manifest and tangible. The light shone like the rising sun through the Void forcing everyone to shield their eyes. Guinevere looked up as the light faded and gaped as I stood whole once more.

  I looked down at my body, my scars were all gone and I felt a twinge of sadness, they had been reminders of my journey. I was as unmarred as the day I had been born.

  “How?” Guinevere asked slamming into me her arms wrapping around me in a crushing grip.\

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  I looked at my status.

  Mine and Guinevere’s status had changed from human to void-born, which made since since we were no longer in our original bodies but we’d still been humanoid. I wasn’t even listed as that, the System had decided I was so alien that I couldn’t be categorized as anything anymore.

  “My soul will never leave you,” I whispered softly to Guinevere holding her tight feeling the shuddering sobs shake her body.

  “What do we do?” she asked looking at Aurora still suspended in time in her arms.

  My voice hardened. “We kill the very god that let that monster try and kill our baby.”

  “You want to kill the patron goddess of Camelot?” Guinevere asked.

  I realized that despite having turned her back on everything Guinevere did still harbor some love for her country, unfortunately I couldn’t spare it on her account.

  “I have always been willing to fight and die against Arthur in a fair or even and unfair fight,” I said. “But I never struck out against him or his children, he’s crossed a line and he shall pay the price.”

  “What are you saying?” Guinevere asked.

  “Talba is about to feel a father’s wrath,” I said. “The gods have felt themselves safe for far too long, they feel threatened by the Void? Good, let me remind them all why.”