Viska used external intervention to sort out the chaotic powers within Antir. Two thousand years ago, a reckless infusion of divine power had turned her into this state, neither god nor human, and had cost her self-awareness. Now, with Viska's help, she was gradually awakening from two thousand years of chaos. When Antir awoke again, she would no longer be an ancient revenant driven by obsession, nor an ambiguously formed hybrid. From now on, she would legitimately possess divinity and be reborn as one of Viska's divine servants.
Several pairs of eyes were fixed on the same spot, everyone nervously watching the process. Though I knew Viska probably would not drop the ball at a time like this, the tension was unavoidable. Ding Dang, with her little head poking out of my pocket, was even worse: the tiny thing had already chewed off more than a third of my button... It seemed Three-Inch Ding's habit of biting things whenever she got nervous was incurable.
Everything went smoothly, and Big Dumb's wait of over two thousand years did not suffer any further twists. The stiff expression on Antir's face rapidly came alive before our eyes. Her eyes, which had been filled with incandescent light so bright that her pupils could not be seen, slowly regained their clear detail. Smiling, Viska removed her hand from Antir's head and let the vengeful revenant, who had been so frenzied moments ago, move freely. To everyone's delight, Antir did not charge toward the Abyss seal. Instead, she did something very human: she lowered her head to look at her hands, then vigorously patted her cheeks. This gesture, something only possible when her human side held the upper hand, made everyone smile knowingly. She had woken up.
"Antir..." Big Dumb stared blankly at the glowing girl