Warrior Princess

The Prophet appeared in the Nexus, draped across one of the benches in the plaza.

To those who had seen him before, he was noticeably different. The blue crystal that was fused to his body was gone, though his skin had a pale, almost bluish tint to it now. He was more haggard, his body more withered, his expression bordering on panic.

So much had happened. So much. His eyes looked around, pleading for someone to share these burdens with. But which ones? He could ask so many questions. What do you do after toppling a government to make sure a better one takes its place? How do you defeat a rampaging god? How do you defeat a rampaging god when the person you love most is now inside that god?

And those questions may very well come up in conversation. But The Prophet dared to be selfish for a moment first, crying out with a fear that now weighed heavily on his soul. "Is... Is immortality a blessing or a curse?"