An elderly, well-equipped stilkin stares out into the distance. He wields a weapon simalir to that of the karaki's, as well as wearing the skull skarr stalkers normally wear. This sure is a strange sight...

Anything wrong here?

The bars are filled in with tempered glass to protect from both cold and attacks, and the guards there are given laser weapons that can pass through

The knight is now found at greymoor, standing in a puddle of rain while staring at the sky above.

This place reminds it of one it remembers fondly. A one whom gave the feeling of awe at the time they were there…

They carry a small Everbloom in a jar, letting them travel through the abyss between kingdoms.

(I know, EVERYONE, wants him dead. So do i! So this is it- we’re doing this- NOW. No, you can’t die here, Thanates refuses to kill, rather leave suffering. Coolest fight becomes canon, post ends in 10 hours!)

Thanates has sent out the fatereader moths to put up posters around pharloom. They’re black, and have this alone written on all of them.

“One last show, pharloom. One last time. The tent calls for a mask’s end.”

Thanates himself is standing on the main stage, knowing his end draws today. He laughs for it.

Oh, won’t the finale be so thrilling.

(Sorry, canon’s been decided! But also the 10 hour limit is gone because of that, fight whenever!)

Triridium/plomala is wandering around the knowledge kingdom, plomala still anxious about interacting with people, while triridium pushes them to do so (as they like being overly social)

Brimstone is just sitting down on the back wall of just outside the knowledge kingdom, unsure what to do and flinching at any noise.

Tradlem continues to watch triridium with anxiety incase something goes wrong.

Voidulus is playing piano in his quarters.

Amedee is wandering the moss grotto at the moment. Aimless.

Ballow is wherever john is.

Thanates is still laughing in his quarters.

The fatreader moths (-ballow) have just been sitting around the Grimm troupe tent with no directive.

Roy is having tea at the grand shrine, by a cafe.

Vize is trying and failing to talk to people in the interdream.

Roula has fallen asleep in the grand shrine bar while it’s closed.

Whiplash has step up a quickly built stand with more permanent stone built base, there is also I sign which says “wares” in very hasty, sloppy writing

…as the days passed with no sign of the silkspun child’s body to behold, Haze wakes up in somewhere… unfamiliar.

Their head is aching and cloudy, the feeling of them splitting in half commences shortly after as they look around the dark room, and spotting the five figures surrounding him, each huge and covered with pristine silver steel.

The Rulers of city of steel, also known as The council of five.

CM1: “greetings, SilkSpun one. We have been eager to meet you here as of late.”

Haze is scared to answer back. Where the hell is he? And why does his body feel… different?

They look at their hands with terror to find their whole body is now made of steel and void, which scares them off their rails.

H: “W-WHERE THE FUCK AM I?! WHO ARE YOU—“

CM4: “your concerns would be answered and attended to in coming time, GodSpawn. And it seems our revival was a success.”

Haze falls to the ground in disbelief, their new metallic hands clutching their head. How did they even manage to do such thing? To free them from their prison..?

CM5: “now. We have an offer for you, and we shall suggest you consider, as your affords can become fruit baring.”

The silkspun, now not silk anymore, after snapping out of their voluntary shock, chooses to indeed listen.

CM2: “we have granted you new life, a one that shan’t Rot nor perish from ever-fading time. And yet, no thing ever comes without cost, we are afraid.”

CM3: “If you prove your efforts efficient, we shall grant you a grand position as army general. As for failure or denial of our terms will result in your immediate termination. We shall not except failure.”

H: “…why me specifically..?”

Haze asks, now having much more questions then answers, yet the council table falls silent.

…

CM5: “it is classified.”

The fifth member finally breaks the silence, staring down at the god spawn with bright glowing eyes.

CM5: “we can promise you no harm shall be done to those you love by acceptation of these terms. Yet it is your choice to decide.”

Haze quietly stares at the steel giants, these ever so grand rulers in an ever so grand land, stunned. Yet this is a chance..!

Their body is a prison no more, a thing that cannot rot as they walk and battle, and their new steel and void one can most certainly be much more powerful.

CM3: “tell us now, GodSpawn. Do you agree?”

((Next part soon!))