VOIDSY: And there’s no way to bring Wane back, or anyone?
VOIDSY: No way to even remotely bring back the dead, not even with god magic-
His voice turns harsh all of a sudden, form shifting much faster. You feel a horrible feeling of dread just by looking at him, your own breath turning panicky. You can’t help but think of all of the stakes of this game, of people you care about dying, your TCPs getting hurt, and it’s overwhelming but you just can’t look away, Wax’s voice shaking you to your core.
WAX: it’s not possible.
WAX: any attempt at necromancy is incomplete, leading to a soulless facade of the person that once was, or a partial revival at best. the closer you get, the more you risk dying yourself, all to bring back a shadow that will never be the same as the loved one you lost.
WAX: I’ve done my research, Void.
WAX: on top of that, even if I had the ability to bring them back, I would need remains of either body or soul.
WAX: there was nothing left, not a single scrap.
He calms slightly, the feeling fading enough for you to get your composure back and keep talking.
VOIDSY: S-so..so did she eat them whole??
WAX: our best guess is that yes, she did eat them whole.
WAX: or at the very least, left nothing behind.
WAX: when a god dies, they leave behind an overwhelming amount of energy- we call them shreds, as we believe they make up a person’s life force in tiny, miniscule particles.
WAX: they can be harvested easily and used as power for machines, as well as medicine and multitudes of other practical uses. they’re the main source of energy for our world.
WAX: on top of this, they also leave behind scraps.
WAX: pieces of the soul containing experiences and emotions, typically shed after trauma, or similarly drastic changes. death included.
WAX: people who can sense and use scraps for magic are rare, let alone ones that can do necromancy.
WAX: we gods have inherent scrap sensitivity and manipulation abilities, but I really can’t state enough how much energy, skill, and effort it takes to even create a weak and mindless ghost from that.
WAX: and as I said before, when a god dies, they leave behind massive amounts of both of these particles, typically enough to decimate or at the very least, seriously distort and disrupt the area around death.
WAX: not only were there no scraps and shreds left upon their death, but we didn’t even realize they were dead until their zone began to decay.
WAX: Velvet, we knew immediately…
WAX: but Wane’s very time of death is unknown, not exactly.
VOIDSY: Wait… if you’re this big, and I’m guessing Wane was as well, how big is Spit?
WAX: ….
WAX: eight feet tall.
WAX: I don’t know how she did it.
WAX: no one does.
He exhales, trying to get ahold of himself.
WAX: ….sorry.
WAX: I’ve looked into everything, time and time again, for hundreds of years.
WAX: necromancy, how Spit did it…
WAX: I don’t know. I don’t know any of this.
WAX: that’s the best I can give you.
He seems shaky, but not so much mad at you as the situation and topic-