Years had passed since the Echo of Amier had been assaulted and absorbed.
Humanity has been on the brink, time and time again...

And all the while, one hamadryad had been slowly gathering power over the course of such events.
Subconsciously of course, for every gift upon Solais is an inadvertent gift upon Azalea and Eleos.
...And yet, a gift that will find itself used in order to cement something for that of mankind.

Spring seems to have arrived at the doorstep of the Tower of Aetius.

That previously abandoned realm now has vines growing along it's gateway, flowers blooming without fear.
And in the eyes of four has this Realm now been reclaimed with prayers and assistance given to Azalea by Reeds, Kava and Edward whilst Palade watched on.

The realm begins to take on a new form -- flowing freely with the wishes and whims of it's new occupant.
The seeds had quite literally been sown and within a few hours will it inevitably take upon it's new appearance, that of an eternal garden--

That of a Heroes final resting place.
That of a Heroes first destination.

Day gently breaks amongst the sky, starlight glittering and dancing amongst the small pieces of grass that have begun to grow beneath the cracks of stone...
A healing and a blessing both.

Those fledgling Heroes of course are welcomed to call upon Azalea for guidance and advice on the paths they should take.
Or, even those who may be wandering and feeling lost and in need of conversation. Either way, whether it is in front of Solais or in her own realm, requesting her appearance is quite simple.

One simply needs to mimic a birds call.

The final piece of a dream. But with it, a reality: Azalea Aubreen is no longer able to manifest beyond the confines of this realm unless it is in the area that Solais itself currently resides.

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Those with despair, ailments and otherwise magical madness feel a nudge towards the realm now - with the introduction of another spirit residing within. 

A Knight had emerged as a purified spirit, staying in the flowery garden. 

When near the tower, those that are dead and have been brought back simply hear whispers, things to nudge them inside.

"You are without purpose, dead without forgiveness. Heed my voice, child, and enter the realm. Let us speak, let us find out who you were before your undeath. Let me help you."

No hatred, no unpleasantness in these whispers - just a genuine will to help. To save those stuck in his once predicament.  

With the efforts of Azalea, the Champion of Vengeance, Varrach's Knight, is now a solemn spirit - serving the rest of it's unlife in the realm, perhaps will be redeemed enough to be returned to the life stream? 

With the efforts of so many, the aid of a nascent primordial is called forth.
Azalea has brought salvation once more.

One late fall evening, before midnight a soul came before the great tree of Solais. A Shadow who was given what they craved, for so long.
Orianna Ombretta & a Shadow, revealed to be one & the same in a public unmasking of her own choice. Burnt away, undeath purified beneath a tree, a singular Nyctore dagger fell & an Auguria framework of wires & tendons was what was left cradled beneath Soleis's boughs.

What came next, was a?

B l o o m

As a purified spirit was born, free of the shackles of cold undeath, ushered into the warm embrace of this world, of the life stream. A promise, that hope for redemption, it still stands strong & it's still true. Those who are trapped in the mire, lost within a world they were forced back into, proof that there is still hope lies right here for one & all to see once more.