After Yacucoatl and Pyxis, there was Cecilia.
A small time Primordial, but she was a Primordial nonetheless as her death…was not without consequences!
Within yet another Prime Reality.
At the very center of this Reality, a vast structure reminiscent of a shrine was enacted as many statues surrounded it, and golden stairways the size of thousands of Cosmos endlessly stretching down from the doors of the shrine could be seen.
Within this vast structure, a green haired woman letting out the unique aura of a Celestial Vine and a Primordial could be seen playing with the ashes of a dried leaf.
"Little Cecilia…why would you go and perish just a few million years after I help you become a Primordial?"
WAA!
Her voice was sonorous and enticing as within her green gold eyes, one could see a trace of anger from this being!
"And for your Mark to not even be laid upon the one who did this to you…just what could have happened?"
