Part 2
Mira said nothing while they walked down the halls of the ruin, but one thing was for certain. This place wasn't just familiar, she recognized it. Realizing what that meant, she motioned for them to stop.
"There's a problem, me. This place isn't familiar. I recognize it." Mira said to Vordea.
"We have to leave." Vordea said immediately, to which Mira nodded.
"Why? What's going on?" Syndra asked.
"If I recognize this place, it means the real me is leaking into the mortal plane." Mira said, immediately turning around and heading toward the exit, Vordea and Syndra close behind. As they turned a corner, Mira came to a dead stop. The layout had already changed, they were too late. "Shit!"
"We're cut off." Vordea said. "Mira, I'll see you later."
Mira nodded, and hopped into a portal that appeared in the ground, which immediately closed behind her.
"Why did she leave?" Syndra asked.
"Because she's a memory, Syndra. The real Mira might use her as a conduit to leak into this world." Vordea explained. "I saw her do it once before and I don't want it again."
"You keep mentioning her name, who is Mira?" Syndra asked, as they continued to walk through the shifting ruin. "You also seem absolutely terrified of her."
"That obvious?" Vordea asked, as they came upon yet another dead end, and backtracked. "There are things mortals are not meant to know, but I will share some of it. Have you ever heard of the term 'demiurge'?"
"Can't say that I have." Syndra said, as they walked down winding halls, passing by grotesque paintings on the walls.
"Well I suppose it doesn't really matter. That little Amulet you stole from me? That's Mira's." Vordea said, running her hand along the wall. "More specifically, it's a part of her."
Syndra stopped as they reached a fork in the hallways. "What do you mean by that?"
"In the same way this armour you see me wearing is a part of me." Vordea answered, gesturing at her black sigil covered armour.
"I've been meaning to ask, where's your right gauntlet?" Syndra asked as they chose a path to go down and continued.
"I left it at an intriguing tavern in the Empire of Eternal Sand. I'll be back for it eventually. Back to the topic at hand. To put it simply, Mira's thoughts manifest as reality."
"That sounds dangerous."
"It is." Vordea said, pausing to hit a button on the wall, which caused a set of stairs to appear from the ceiling. "A reality warper. Moments lost though time remains, no pain remains no feeling, eternity awaits."
"What?" Syndra asked as they walked up the set of stairs.
"Oh, nothing. Just remembering something Mira said to me once." Vordea answered, punching the door at the top of the stairs open. "I'll share one last thing about Mira with you. My earliest memory."
"Your earliest memory?" Syndra asked as they entered a library and began to look around.
"Yes. It was inside a room in a place that looked similar to this ruin." Vordea said, as she pulled out books from the shelves and tossed them aside after glancing at the titles. "She called me a legacy of terror, one that would make sure that Carcosa would never be forgotten."
"What's Carcosa? Oh, I think this is the book." Syndra said, handing a book over to her.
"Hmmm. Sure looks like. Carcosa is..." Vordea paused for a moment, and seemed to contemplate giving an answer, before continuing. "Where I came from. Where Mira came from. Let's get out of here first." Vordea finished, tucking the book between her breasts. "Hold on tight."
Vordea curled a few tentacles around Syndra and leapt up, punching the ceiling. For nearly an hour, Vordea blasted through hundreds of walls, changing direction seemingly at random, before they emerged back outside in the cool autumn air.
"Free at last. What are we going to do about this ruin?" Syndra asked, panting.
"Feel privileged, Syndra. You are about to see me act in an official capacity for the first time in thousands of kalpas." Vordea stated as her tentacles and armour melted away to reveal a long black gown.
"Oh?"
Vordea cleared her throat, and held out her hand, in which a mace appeared. "By my right as the Supreme Goddess of Creation, I disavow this place. By the Winds of Change it is dissolved. In the name of the Last Lord of Carcosa Mira Frost, I excise this place from all planes!" Vordea shouted, the mace glowing bright white. "By the symbol of my station, by the power granted to me by Carcosa, you are destroyed!"
As Vordea finished speaking, the ruins simply winked out of existence, and left behind a black void in reality. Vordea flung the mace she was holding into it, and it was replaced by a patch of grass, leaving no evidence it ever existed.
"What just happened?" Syndra asked, amazed by what she saw.
"Divine providence, elf. Or rather, the lack of it. Everything you see around you exists because I allow it to." Vordea said, gesturing at the trees and meadow around them.
"I feel like there was some titles I just heard I wasn't supposed to, when you made that little speech." Syndra said, crossing her arms.