Drip

In a mechanical rhythm, the raindrops fell from the heavens. Each aligned, moving line a conveyor belt of a production line and most, disappearing to fit the new status quo, the unnatural phenomenon followed your every step. Just enough droplets to sustain the remaining life on this planet. No excess water would persist any longer to drown this world. Perfect. Equilibrium.

The swordswoman had become aware of your presence on this planet. The moment you set foot in its atmosphere, things began to change. One thing was certain, this planet would keep on living, but the balance you brought to every world was devoid of mercy or compassion. It was done because it has to be done. No more, no less.

Countless forces and disturbances had arisen from their corners of the universe, bringing disaster or peace and causing waves throughout the cosmos. Cheers, laughs, cries, pleas... those ripples had awoken THEM. Through THEIR power were you brought forth, to restore the balance of the universe, one world at a time.

But what is to happen, when the unfeeling will of absolute balance meets the uncaring existence of fated meaninglessness? She would always be antithetical to you. But without you, there would be no one to bring balance, thus you had to confront her. In this drowned world that your presence had resurrected, rain would be the universe's only witness to the clash between Balance incarnate and Void conceptualised.

Her eyes met yours. The undeniable beauty of HooH's orange and blue gems reflecting off of their surface made it all the more clear that you were sent by THEM. Palm on her sword hilt, she remained hesitant. Indeed, there was no telling how nor why she was a threat to the universe's equilibrium. Could she talk her way out or was it wishful thinking? Still, it wouldn't be bad to try a diplomatic approach.

"Not often does it happen, I believe..."

A pause, she took her hand off her sword. Not yet.

"THEM, glancing at mortals like us, I mean. The sleeping and shapeless and HooH..."