A guided soul drifted through the darkness, its way illuminated by itself and its self having overstayed its welcome. It flitted through the black quickly. How long has it been? It wondered. Longer than the last time? Such queries filled its conscious as it made its way back to where it belonged. It must have been longer than last time, this time the blue gave me much more energy than before.
A prick of light appeared in the distance. There it was, there was the escape. The soul moved faster, maneuvering faster through the abyss. What a gift it was to be able to maintain function in this pit. Most lost their will to move, but not this one. It blessed its good fortune, but upon remembering why it possessed this ability, it cursed itself. The light grew larger and larger, suffocating the glow of the soul and welcoming it to reality with its back turned.
Her arm burst out from the pool in the floor, grasping for something to anchor itself too. Without any care for grace, it found the floor a few inches next to it. Then, another hand emerged from the saturated blue light, mimicing the actions of the arm before it. With all of her strength, the young woman pulled herself up from the entrance, looking quite unlike how she usually did. Her usual amethyst hair was a blinding blonde, seeming to glow almost as much as the pool she had emerged from. Likewise, her now jade eyes glistened against her pale skin.
Saya stood to her full height and adjust the top of her short, ashen kimono. Despite the tiring task she had just been through, her face remained the same: calm, clean, and indifferent to all around her. She rubbed the back of her neck absently.
“So says you.” Her voice rang through the large room, bouncing off of the tiled floor and columns. “Personally, I feel more refreshed than I have in weeks.” The Imperator peered up towards the ceiling. Above her floated a figure cloaked entirely in dark violet robes topped with an iconic witch hat. Up until Saya spoke, the being had hidden itself from view.
“A possibility for humans, but not a possibility for me. I am refreshed.” Spoke the young woman once more, walking forward. The sound of her bare feet against the tile echoed faintly through the chamber. “I do, however, appreciate your concern, Phantom.” Her tone was almost mocking. She did not look at the floating figure again, focusing instead on a point far off in the distance.
“We are not to be seduced by that ill power.” Saya told Phantom in the voice she used for giving orders. “Such is our existence. I repeat, your concern is touching, but it is dim and would be better used elsewhere.” At the start of a staircase, she picked up a cloth from the ground elegantly, twirling it around once before letting it rest over her shoulders. Using both hands, she pulled her long, now violet hair out from beneath the cloth’s confines.
The Invictus floated next to the Imperator, the way it was facing implying that it was looking straight at Saya. Saya paid it no mind. “So it’s been two weeks…” She whispered with a hint of sorrow. “And you have been doing my duties during my little break, correct?” There was a pause. The young woman began to walk down the stairs, cloak fluttering out behind her.
“Two weeks… I wonder if anything has changed…”