Chapter 35: 32 – [Voided]

Aelfric and his son, Verner, kneeled in heavy enchanted chains before my throne. His wife in shackles not far behind them hugging her daughter who remained free of any form of restraint. My eyes had remained locked with Aelfric's the last 3 hours, while dwarven high mages carefully and steadily drew out the runes for the ceremony we were about to perform. Technically the ceremony did not require any preparation, but the short and sweet version would not revoke a person's status completely. It would only remove their current status, reverting to what would have been their default had they just been born to commoner parents. This ceremony on the other hand would disable the connection to the system in both body and soul, meaning that any identification magic would simply show their name and one title. [Child of the Void]. The title was minimally researched since the process had been performed fewer times than the number of fingers on one hand, but the Sages of the mortal College had theorized that the title meant the holder was no longer accepted as a member of this realm and their soul would never return to a body of this world after their death.

The mortal Sages were not far off, any soul branded in this way would not need to be processed by the Mother Tree after their demise. They would already be completely disconnected from the system and clear of any previous worldly connections, the soul would therefore never move through the reincarnation cycle. It would be left to drift in the void between worlds, waiting for when it either naturally dissipated or it encountered a world without a closed cycle of souls, where it would find another life if it was lucky to encounter the world when a soul was needed. The former Emporer and his son would go down in history for the first time the ceremony was used on the same family more than once and certainly for it being used on two people at the same time. My gaze shifted away from the broken man before me as the single sage leading the rune-scribing efforts approached my throne.

"Your Majesty," he bowed before gesturing to the most intricate formation in the center of the room, which was linked to two larger ones to the north and south of it. "The runes are complete and have been thrice proved, the ceremony can begin when you are ready my lord." He bowed away to stand on the other side of the central arrangement from my throne. I slowly stood up as my eyes returned to glance between to ghostly pale old man and the shivering blubbering mess of a young man before me, neither attempting to meet my eyes anymore. My hand rose from my side, the metal restraints around the two men shifted to follow the same movement, both men now hung suspended in midair on either side of me. I began my short trip down from the dais, my heavy footsteps softly reverberating through the chamber as I progressed towards my designated position in the heart of the massive work of magic. The two men floated silently to their position in each of the greater cycles, they remained suspended as I would not take any chances of them moving to disrupt the lines around them.

My lungs filled with air as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My eyes remained closed as I began to intone the aria shown in my interface for this process, a breeze of cold air began to circle through the room. The temperature dropped slowly with each completed verse, the winds becoming more active and violent as the melody continued. All the colors of the spectrum began to shine from the runes scrolled across the floor, the colors shifted and pulsed in a pattern that matched each of my breaths. I opened my eyes and pointed the palm of each hand at the two shaking men before completing the words of the rite. "I call upon my right, granted by blood to the High Fey, to revoke the privilege of essence from these covetous transgressors. They have cast aside their burden of compassion for their kin and have misused the gift granted to those of The Shattered Realms. I, Anwirn Gemmolder Brimstone, appeal for the All-Folk's verdict. I offer forth my soul to the scales of harmony, to be forfeit should my claims be false. [Judgment of Arcadia]!"

The air stilled at the end of my incantation. The colors of the runes on the floor shifted to a soft white, contrasting the now cosmic appearance of the marble within the formation. A carpet of sparkling black with no observable depth now existed below me and the two former imperials. A soft tune began to resonate from the shimmering stars within, the pitch and tones matching the varying flickers of the ensemble. A short moment passed as the hum became almost deafening before it all ceased and a chorus of voices replaced it. "The All-Folk have seen, we have watched, we have heard, we have listened. We shall now speak, we shall now convey." Two oceans of eyes appeared below the men, numerous eyes within the flowing sea of gazes could be matched to the mortal races. Those matching the structure and colors of humans, to those matching the various beast-kin races, even a few examples of demons and their kin were on display. The illustration shifted to a parade of various ears, and finally mouths to match with the contents of their statement.

"We concur, we accede. The scales balance, harmony remains. The Realms Accord, its punishment set. We cast them out, our gift revoked!  THE REALMS WATCH, WE LISTEN, AND WHEN NAMED, WE SPEAK!" The tapestry of mouths and stars below our feet vanished and the runes burned away in a flash of multicolored smoke. Oswallt caught me as I stumbled nearly off my feet, the two convicts fell motionless to the floor, their eyes now pure white with blood slowly trailing out of their ears. Most of the crowd had fainted with the end of the visions from the All-Folk, the rest stood in a daze. All except the former imperial princess, she currently knelt next and attended to her fainted mother but her eyes had remained on me through the entire ceremony.

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