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"Easy enough, there is no shame in feeling welcome in another world when your own..." She pauses for a moment then turns her attention back to Morpheus. "I don't know what may happen. I've never woven a Nephilim... bear this in mind..."

"I am prepared for any consequences. It is only what is already inside me." Morpheus replies, sounding confident. "Wait... what have you woven?"

"You would be surprised... a physical form is a trivial matter to manipulate. Essence, however..." She thinks for a moment before approaching Morpheus.

"This is unwise. The Betrayer's power, you must not touch it." Furor warns, a legitimate sense of worry in his tone.

"He is not the betrayer, though. It... should be safe."

With this Pandora walks over and holds her hands out, the strange threads begin forming around Morpheus, her crest glowing, reacting to something. Morpheus's aura begins swirling, intermingling with the threads. Tattoo-like markings of light begin to erupt upon his body an energy is felt that to those sensitive to magic would feel as something pure, primordial. Aether bursts forth from his head like hair, wisps of the ghostly energy flow about and wrap about his phantasmic body. Soon he seems to split in two part way, two separate faces, one of a harsher feeling presence and one of the primordial.

"Wh...at? Is thi...s supposed to happen..? Morpheus asks, his voice strained, cracking as his energy continues to become warped within the threads.

Pandora does not respond. She stares continuing this, she looks bewildered, moving her fingers slightly, the threads wrapping more tightly. "It is contained. It is almost fini-"

Before she could finish, the remains of the hunter's suit springs to life guided by the Crimson and makes a mad rush at her, Morpheus attempts to impede it but is too late as it launches itself between her and Morpheus. At this instance there is a brilliant flood of energy, all sound and sight is rendered nullified, all except for a familiar sound like a heartbeat. Softly at first... then growing. A new presence is felt, and a voice seeming to echo within each mind.

"This... if the first mother's power..? This is life..?No... no... no... no. What is this..? It burns... seethes..."

As vision returns to them, Furor is flung against the throne breaking it, and Daemon Metus had shielded Pandora and by extension, Morpheus, his armoring cracked and energy leaking forth.

In the middle of it all, the familiar red threads gather, an unfamiliar form where it gathers however, a female form wrapped in strips of red fabric, skin a light gray, nearly bleached white looking somewhat similar to Pandora. Fire-like red hair flowing wildly into the air as if carried by a breeze. Her eyes yellow-on-black. The figure quickly crosses its arms as if cold cringing in pain and quickly snaps arching back as six wisps of light burst from her back, streaks of red cover her body, clawed gauntlets on her hands, and a spikey crown over her head, this armoring being made up of the hunter's suit. A tail made of red etheric energy runs long across the floor, looking almost like a trail of blood dripping upwards. She looks at her large clawed hands and runs them across her face.

"How... exhilirating..!" The Crimson excitedly exclaims. "Look upon me and know from which your fates truly reside. I am the end to suffering, to sorrow, to inequality, to isolation, to pain and to fear."

"You tragic weave... that power is not something you know to control... Morpheus lived with it." I..!" Pandora pleads with the embodiment of the Crimson. "I don't want to have to destroy you..."

"That feeling is mutual... do stand aside... I shall take your burdens from here. You shall never be hurt again... after all..." She says as she walks over, waving her arm a surge or aether tosses Metus and kneels down to Pandora. "My primary objective is to protect you, mother."