BOOK 2.5: FATHOM

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B̸͔̑̊Ÿ̸̢̞̝̟͖̞̭̳̘́̐͗͌̒́͛̃́ ̸̱̈́͆̇̅͌̍̽̋͋̋
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̸͔̑̊Ÿ̸̢̞̝̟͖̞̭̳̘́̐͗͌̒́͛̃́ ̸̱̈́͆̇̅͌̍̽̋͋̋M̴͚̆̇̂̉̋̕̕Ỳ̸̙̹̼̘̜̞ ̶̘͔͕͚̬̌Ḩ̴̯͔͇͖̫͖̤͚͗́̌̆̇̒A̵̯̐̂͒͑̈́͘N̴̩̞̲̂͒̃̅̂͝D̸̲̙͍̭͍̹̫̖̗̬̆Ŝ̶̰̘̭̥̃̊̍̚͝R̷̛̘̹͕̙̱̮̆̑̈̾̈̿̚͜͠Ĕ̷̛̯̦̦̗͔̈́͊̍̎̈́̄͝M̷̢̗̥͎̻͇̣̪͛̒͝O̵̱͔̅̌͌͝V̸̱̣̺͔̳̭̼̬̏̄̎̍̍̒͒͗͜E̶̡̧͔̺͎̼͖̜̱̱̒͊̅̿͑̉̓͝ ̸̡̜̗̠̙͕̼͈͈̒͐̆͜Y̷̮͇̜̞̫̪̋͒̄̇͜͝Ọ̸̝̃́̈́̔̉͋̄͜Ủ̸̟̉̔̋R̸͇̱̰̺̅̃̑̏̒̇̏́̚̕S̶̨̥̩͈̪̯̖͔͉̼͒̋͒́͌Ẻ̸̦̱L̴̥̺͕̐F̴̡̛̞̥̠̱̙̰͈͍̺̋̌͝


Yœų gæsped, trying to escape the sharp fingers dragging you lower.
"HOLd HƏR DoWN."

Four thick streams of void wrapped around your wrists, fingers, feet, and ankles, pulling you down and locking you in place.

Wait...
                             
     How come... They can warp the void, as well?

The person with sharp fingers stepped forward you, towering over you.

She was an old lady in a white with black hair and dull eyes. The sharp things you felt were yellow spikes which shot out of her back.

                   <@>             <@>

"I̴̧̛̖̞̹̱̍̏̐̕͜ ̸̨̛͎̲̙̠̈́͋̾̃A̴̢̲͓͓̣͙̻̝̎͜M̴͚̦͚͋̋͜ ̸̢̪͇͔̲̥̹̝̅̀̂̏͊͝T̷͇̞̋̃̏̑͗̓̈́̀H̸̡͖̣̦̞͑̒͊̓̿ͅE̸̟͗͂͝͝ ̶͚̱̩̣͈͖͈͙̓̒̕W̵̘̮͠O̶̙͒M̷̦͗͂̆͒̀̈́̃̅̄A̷̡̝̱̝̟̳̘̅̽́͆̓̓̔̽͘̚͜N̶̞̖̖͌̆͆͌̚ ̷̢̣̘͙̭̥̌͗̆I̸̡̹̙͓͚͎̊Ñ̵̫͉̱̙̻̞̒̏̀̊͛̔͝ ̷̢̦͖̩̀̉̽̂W̵͙̠̏͒̐͛̾̊̂̃̕H̴̯̙͉̟͐͒̃͛̿̓͋͠ͅĬ̷̱̦̘̔͜Ṭ̴̢̺̱̓͊̀̊͘E̶̢͓͕͇̘̻̻̬͈͂͗̿͗̍̌.̷̢̲̬̤̯̙̰͇̲̤̽̋̄̑̍̋͐̈̐͘"

The one who tied you down approached the other woman, "You know, I'm fairly certain the poor doll can't understand a word you just said. Speak with dignity, it'll pique her intrigue."

She had brown hair and gem-like eyes, and her clothing held designs reminiscent of the Earth Kingdom.

"My name is Băoshí

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"My name is Băoshí. You have the Relic of Creation, don't you? I wonder why you didn't create a ton of money like I did..."

You jolted backwards in shock.

"...There was a void bender before you. Băoshí. Me and her were close, but she didn't know of my existence until the day she died."

Băoshí and Lso...

...This woman... Was part of the reason you existed.

You recalled Wan Shi Tong's library, and the little fox you met inside of it. He knew... He knew Băoshí.

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