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In the dark between the stars the pieces were put together while the three figures floated in the void giving all they could to seal it away. The Weaver tied off the last of her work allowing the Mender to begin forcing together any gaps and breaks remaining in the intricate patterns of energy encasing the sphere of the Caster. By the end all three were exhausted, every piece of them put into the effort, hanging in the empty space attempting to collect themselves after all had been done to set the containment field. Pulses of power trembled from within the mass of intangibility however held sturdy and tight as flashes of the prisoner's power illuminate the space within. With the roaring of his tremendous fury and might,the sound of twister within arm's reach, the Caster's deep fuchsia set eyes shot an anxious glance to the Weaver who returned the expression in kind with blue-green spheres seemingly ready to burst and flow tears at the thought of having failed after so great a try. Simultaneously the two glanced to the Mender, still yet recovering from her work at last finished, her eyes were sealed tight but determination was set on her face, it would be the last time, the last attempt if she had here say. The look was confident enough to assure the other two that they had to have succeeded, there was no option for failure and certainly as the orb grew stronger from flimsy and transparent to dense and opaque it had seemed they had not failed.

"Will it hold or does that grin madness twisting your mind into a double of his?" the Weaver's tone was less condemning than her words would lead the other woman to believe. The Mender's smirk grew wider, making the violently luminescent crimson pools above it seem all too sinister, "I know we did it, for once we have succeeded and if neither of you will relax a moment to be contented with that fact I will." "How can you be sure? If we have learned anything from each attempt it is that he can find the slightest gap in anything we assail him with and no matter how insignificant the breech he will slither or seep right through as though we intended for him to wriggle free," the Caster questioned her staff shaking in her grip with her body still reeling from the effort. Of the three she had exhausted herself the most by far, wielding such a great amount of that raw energy within her, in creating the frame work for the prison; her magenta hair hung in disarray over her face exposing four ebony horns, the crystal at the top of her staff, almost the same shade as her hair, had nearly shattered while channeling through it. The Weaver's paws, stiff as stone work and feeling nearly as cracked as older stones, worked the forms again checking the strength of the bonds and making certain not a single rip or tear was present. She had spent likely the least power of the three however not by a wide margin nor was it much to gloat over regarding how much energy was expended in her part alone. Still she shook from the sensation of all the forces surging through her; the Weaver's hair stood nearly straight up atop her rivaling the duel horns thick and waving back though stand high all the same, and in small patches of threes and fours scales shed off into infinity revealing another set of bluish green scales beneath. Breathing hard the Mender still hunched over where she floated catching her breath the best she could. Her right ear began to twitch slight at first then three times in rapid succession, the elongated twin strips of flesh tapped against the horns that flowed back in a wave and tapered off in a fork similar to the ears. Flapping her tail, nearly the length of her entire form, up between her thighs she tried her best to pet the frayed red feathering strips of fur back into order. Lightly she dabbed her cheeks with the thick untidy bit of blood tinted fur, her trio of black markings on either side of her face always felt hot when she overexerted herself and this time had been more than simply overexertion. Despite the work done by the Weaver to set seals over the Caster's construct the gashes and wounds made by their captive had been many and massive to boot. With one pale paw to her snow white abdomen the Mender felt on the edge of nausea however even with it and the mass of colorless hair hanging in her eyes she still managed a wide, proud grin.

Silence in the void was broken suddenly by the mad laughter of the Mender, what air she had recollected into her lungs was quickly expended in the action that carried on still into a dry rasp hardly muffled by the paw over her muzzle. Looking to her ready with a scornful gaze the Weaver broke in, "Glad to see you break your calm composure at a time like this, now what is so funny after coming into absolute disaster?" "We might have actually done it! Despite all his brain and brawn we may have final finished this once and for all," her giggling ceased with a sigh and the paw began to work disorderly hair back into some semblance of style. Solemnly studying the stone set in her staff, studying faint cracks on the surface and a more than minor fracture internally, the Caster spoke with a matter of fact tone, "And if we have it means we must fall away again, set the worlds in motion once more, and watch from afar." "Why? Why can't this time be different? The seal is complete, if he can not break it why must we seal ourselves away again?! Time and time before we were to weak to seal him from outside and otherwise nearly burnt ourselves out entirely in the effort but for once we are free and unburdened and you want to give it up so quickly," the Weaver's furious words echoed in the emptiness surrounding the orb holding their captive. Putting a hand to her lip the Mender stifled a soft gasp, "She's right, even now I can feel bits of erosion from within on my mending. The weaves and mends, even the cast themselves will need to be constantly maintained if the seal is to stay intact." "You might feel fine but this is it for me, either I die away eternally this time or pull away again. Defeat for the enemy may as well mean defeat for us, however this way we will at least have choice in doing so," catching her tail in one hand the Caster adjusted the violet band in the mass of messy fur on her tail that had been disarrayed ever more so in the struggle. Sliding a thumb down her muzzle before letting a finger toy with one of her dagger sharp teeth, even her teeth ached, the Weaver grumbled, "Of course you are right, you are never wrong about the worst things. Very well, there isn't much to return now at any rate Though with a share of both our lives we could all survive and rebuild." "We will never be able to hold the bonds if he unleashes the full bulk of his power at once and these bodies would fail disintegrating if we were to output the force, at least twice what we just had, needed to stop him, you know what that means?" the Caster's tongue had for a second transformed from flesh to a cord of leather for such a vigorous verbal lashing. Sighing heavy enough to rival the surging and pulsing noises of the binds the Weaver hung her head, all the white strands set back in place moments before again veiling her face, before nodding without a word. Rousing herself the Mender spoke, "Do you think he may still escape? If he escapes this time do we go through it all again to try and put him away again? And what becomes of this prison if he does?" "If our maintaining of the seals somehow fails, be it a fault in my casting or the seals or places mended shut, we will have to return and with any luck force him back into whatever hole he has burrowed in the seal and close another layer around this one," a breathless shiver ran from head to tail of the Caster, for a moment her heart stopped and vision went black almost convincing the three she had died. Roughly smooth hair behind horns and ears the Mender's tone shot up as the Caster's eyes reopened, "I get it you don't have to scare us like that! What about his followers and those of that ilk who would try to free him?" "We will set forth safe guards, guardians, imbue them with strength enough to resist and fight his influence," the Weaver assured taking the quaking woman in her arms. Teeth tightened together and strained breaths sucked and pushed out as pained violet eyes fixed the pale furred woman, "This fight is over and now we must retire, give us your paws," paws clasped paws and the trio formed a triangle, "If we do this right we will live to see the end of the other great war." Weakly a trickling of the sweet life giving energy entered the bond, picking up force and power as it moved in the circuit between the three. They had parted in such a way more times than they could count and spoke similar words of futures to come and those past, of worlds tainted by the vile touch ending in ruin and of those saved from the brink only to be washed away as all else before had and would again. Alone once more they would watch from afar as the worlds turned and life went about a resurgence though all the while the ancient threat loomed in the dark between stars waiting for a chance at freedom and new life and another chance to rain down upon the unsuspecting and innocent a torrent from which none would know safety or salvation.