H — Hysh’s Cleansing Song

 

Udrin’s ritual that lifted the crushing weight of rage from Vaervenshyael’s mind.

When Vaervenshyael’s control began to fray under the pressure of the Host of Fiends, it wasn’t a matter of willpower anymore. The rage was becoming something weighty, invasive…less emotion, more intrusion. Left alone, it would have hollowed her out, leaving only feral ruin behind. That’s where Udrin stepped in.

Hysh’s Cleansing Song was not captivating to watch. There’s no thunder, no blazing display of power. It began quietly, in measured tones, precise and deliberate, like a beam of light given voice. The air sharpened. The noise of the world seemed to fall away. And then the weight lifted, not all at once, but in layers. First anger unraveled, then pressure eased, finally something dark and coiled was forced back into whatever shadow it came from.

For Vaervenshyael, the experience was as unsettling as it was relieving. The rage had become familiar, in a dangerous way, an edge she could feel, even rely on. To have it stripped away, even temporarily, left an absence. Clarity returned, but so did everything the rage had been drowning out: doubt about the choices that led her there, memory of sharing a mind with the…being, and consequence of it all.

What made the ritual matter wasn’t that it “fixed” her. It didn’t. The Host of Fiends was still there, waiting. But Hysh’s light gave her something she was losing: control. A reminder that the thing inside her was not the same as her will.

And, perhaps most relieving, it proved she didn’t have to fight it alone.