Creation Of Chaos (Open)

Folklore and rumors were what guided the young Saiyan girl as she traveled the Earth; magic and stories of varied legends were aplenty on the mysterious blue ball, a far cry from the nearly barren world of Plant. While legends of overpowers Saiyans and advanced, mysterious Tuffle machinations were well established and easily access on Plant, the more mystical had always been a bit out of reach. Having perused a particular library of sorts on Konats however, Zuqetta found herself overwhelmed by curiosity when she came across a specific telling of a gateway to the afterlife existing on Earth.

The Furnace of the Eight Divisions, a doorway to the Otherworld; where was this? What was this?

Zuqetta knowledge on the realm known as Otherworld was still significantly lacking; while both Kamae and Zriracha had taught her much, they'd both seemed to withhold a great deal in equal measure. There was one thing that Zuqetta knew for certain however, Otherworld was a place to find the dead, and potentially remove them...

Traveling the trenches of the mountainous region, a strange allure of energy began to fill the air; the scent of magic had already loomed, but this was... different. Familiar, yet unknown; demonic, yet somehow personal. The energy began weakly, but quickly grew in spurts; the familiarity began to set in further, something almost akin to when she'd summoned Zriracha or Kamae, it was the feeling of a ritual, but one much more advanced that she could understand. The magical energy called to her, pulling her down the winding paths until finally she would be upon a cave; without hesitation, the girl would enter, her curiosity on the magic she felt being far too great to allow mental reasoning like self preservation to hold her back. Deeper and deeper she ventured, with the sight of a low glow guiding her steps; the voice of another echoing slightly, those the words still too far to make out completely until suddenly, darkness.

"Ooooo~ Now what do we have here?" The higher pitched, interested voice of a child would sound out through the otherwise silent encompassing darkness, "I thooooought I sensed a bit of magic 'round here~!" The child's voice would muse as the low green glow of the silhouetted figure began to illuminate the area.

Through her Mana Veil, Zuqetta power had remained hidden during her travels, and stayed hidden even now, leaving only the vestiges of her magic to be felt. While through said magic, Zuqetta kept her appearance in a form far removed from her true self; taking instead to travel casually in her unassuming, child form. Wild, spiky black hair and equally black eyes coupled with an unimposing, cheerful expression; a short, four feet tall in stature, garbed in an oversized white sweater that hid the majority of her form, with bright red boots and black knee-socks completing the visual ensemble.

This was a child by any degree, and a Saiyan child at that; though this was simply a form taken to fool those less versed in the ways of magic. To those far more trained, the illusion before them would be an easy thing to pick up on; while they might not have been able to discern Zuqetta's true form, they'd have been able to easily tell that a spell was in place to alter one's physical shape and appearance.

"Hey lady!" Zuqetta would call out again as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, allowing her to somewhat make out Qarinah's appearance, "Whatcha up to here?" She'd ask in a rather playful tone as her tail swayed curiously, sweeping the ground left and right, "Somethin' bad maybe?" She'd finish in a bit more of a mischievous tone as her eyes narrowed upon the summoned entity; crossing her arms as she hummed, taking in the feel of magic from the completed ritual.