" Truth?", the figure threw his head back, laughing abruptly, " Why would I lie?" and ___ cowered, 'But he/they're, right. Why would such a higher being lie, especially since…' ___ pondered inside.
"Do you swear on oath... To bring me back? To the past..." ___ inquired, her legs shaking as she unsteadily made her way to the massive figure and held out, shakily, her left palm open. She faced the masked face and stared up.
In response, the figure seemed to kneel down, their robes swirling in golden symbols overlapping in mesmerising patterns. Shimmering galaxies draped around the figure, as with a casual gesture, he reached out with his right hand and in between the space of the two palms, an abyssal black sigil formed, shining in a desolate iridescence.
"Contraraz" [promise]
Then with a final oomph of blackness, the sigil sank into the many folds of the figure's robe and all closed, like the curtains that ended a play…
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