It was an average day, a seemingly average day, where the Tarnished was nowhere to be seen, off on their own adventures until she would inevitably call them back for a task. She sat around upon her seat, books sat below her behind to make her sit taller.

She sighed, rather bored for once in her long, free-living life. She wondered what the Tarnished was doing at the moment, so she occupied her mind with trying to think up ideas of what they were doing at the moment.

Further away, on the Divine Tower of Liurnia, the Tarnished had found the Snow Witch’s real body, her original body, and somehow, it was unmistakable to you. Then you began performing something on it, doing something no other had done. Back to Ranni, she felt as her soul was suddenly ripped from her Doll body, and then remanisfested into a new body, beside a Grace, one Grace that the Tarnished was also crisscrossed at. She then opened her eyes, both of them. She felt different, and then she looked down, seeing her skin. She then looked to the Tarnished, and she grew angry for another once in her life. She didn’t yell, but her tone was harsh and annoyed at them, “What have you done Tarnished? What idiotic thing have you enacted? Do you not realize why I let this body die!” She didn’t realize she was truly free, and neither did she realize the soul-splitting pain the Tarnished had gone through to make her a Tarnished just like them.