High in the godless sky of Godgrave, Nephis was being reforged.
The incandescent white abyss was her anvil, and her will was the hammer with which she forged her soul into shape.
The pain was the pristine flame that kept her soul pure.
Burning, restoring herself, and burning again.
Being destroyed, being created, and then destroyed again.
Destruction, creation… it was one and the same. For Nephis, they were two sides of the same coin. Her flames could both heal and burn, after all, so she was not foreign to the concept.
Her soul was being reshaped, but it was her will — her spirit — that ended up being tempered with each excruciating rebirth.
Until her soul and her will permeated each other and became too interwoven to be separated, let alone discerned.
At that moment, Nephis felt a profound change happen to her.
