The Cycle Begins Anew (LOTTUS)

As much as everything changed, plenty remained the same. One of the first stops the wandering spirit would swing around to was the object of her ire. Otherworld. Tsuya would find little resistance tearing a grey hole into the unsanctified Hell, appearing before a set of Ogres tending a garden. Her appearance and surge of power emanating from her mere presence quickly scare them off. No doubt they would be going around for help very soon from their servant friends. It was like a massive sonar ping to any who could sense her. Painting a big target on her head. Normally, she would be safer and suppress her form, "But... it seems the universe is still in its beginnings.". Despite being average in her own time, almost every other spirit she's sensed is but a newborn baby in comparison.

The tall swordswoman would take a little stroll through the sprawling hills, bare of any activity that would care to interact with her. The blood-red skies even seem to shy away from casting too much 'shade' on the woman. She only wanted to see the strongest of the dead anyways. Tsuya needed to know just how precisely everything came along. Eventually, a band of alien spirits was upon her. Their powers would probably scare a planet like Earth.

"Hey! I don't know how the hell you got here but you must be our ticket out! You're scaring away the Ogres, that must be why you're here! To free us. Tell me I'm right!" The confident one in front, a large Saiyan with old armor and a missing tail, stepped forth a few feet. An eager fist shook as he tried riling the boys behind him up for their supposed savior. What he would get in return is a cold smile from the woman who loomed over him in height. 7'2" of robed mystique that would take a single step forwards to greet him only to vanish right before their eyes. Appearing now behind the group of seven. Every single one of them froze up as she did this, eyes widening from shock. The big man in front turned to look past them back at her.

"Wha- Hey, don't be playing with us!"
As he spoke, a black and white flame erupted from his midsection. From her point of view, she would remain stood, back facing towards them. A hand carefully gripped the white blade that had been drawn just an inch away from its sheathe. "Play? No. Is this not what you want? Freedom?" With a snap back into the sheathe, the white katana would settle back into its home. Setting off now an explosion of black and white flame over the other damned spirits. Flames would consume their semi-ethereal forms as they screamed. It would all be over soon enough as the fires ate away at the spirits in their entirety. Leaving nothing, even the halos above them would fade.

Tsuya would start walking with that smile still on her face. She would find someone actually worth talking to about the Otherworld.

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