Amongst the Crimson-covered battlefield - chaos raging and war cries sounding off, a duo of individuals surveys the stage of conflict from an elevated position. Both are female, although each feminine figure is of a different ascent: elven and werebeast.

“Snow,” Starts the light-skinned elf, her light-brown hair flowing in the wind as her eyes have a case of heterochromia. Her right eye is light blue, and her left eye is the same coloration as her hair.

“Are you going to be alright?”

“Please, Andriell…” The female snow leopard/wolf beastfolk responds. “I go by Tundra, now,” Her gaze lowers, “In honor of her…”

What is most notable about this snow-furred leopard/wolf humanoid hybrid is that she is, in fact, the very same being that had once snuck into Yharim’s old domain. The aptly named: Snow. However, where Snow’s gender was once male, his sex had flipped itself entirely. A perfect female version of the former entity.

After a brief moment of silence, Tundra lets loose a sigh.

“I’m here to help, of course,” She said. “But I must seek her out.”

“Ah, yes… Twilight Sparkle,” The elf responds before placing a hand to her chin in thought, “The Astral Infection is far more unique than any other this world has ever seen. I pray that she’ll be able to help you, Tundra.”

Tundra nods. “I’ll do anything to cure my parents of that damned infection…”

Andriell raises her arms into the air to perform a stretch, “Well then!” She lowers her arms and hops in place. “Let’s stop talking and join the action, shall we?”

Tundra chuckles, “Heh, you’re right. Besides,” The werebeast narrows their eyes and lowers themself to the floor as if ready to pounce, “I’m still pissed off from what happened to Crystal.” The werebeast leaps off the elevation and into a gathering of Crimson horrors and demons.

The sounds of bestial roars and clashing blades ensue moments afterward. And as Tundra proceeds to cut through her opponents, Andriell remains on the elevation and surveys the battlefield. Then, the elf clasps her hands together with closed eyes before an echoing melody escapes from her lips:

During her lullaby, a series of golden stars manifest themselves around the elf. They then begin to meld together before taking on a form similar to a Pixie but not a Pixie at the same time. It is, in fact, a Life Spirit. But one that hails from beyond the stars.

The summoned entity floats before Andriell. “We have heard your prayers from beyond the stars, child of the Saule family. Pray, what do you require of us?” It responds, its tone seemingly a gathering of hundreds of voices.

The elf opens her eyes, although she keeps her prayer-like gesture, “Oh, great avatar to Starfarers Eridani and Asphodene, please lend us your strength during this conflict.”

The spiritual entity turns around and observes the conflict, floating in silence. “We see… so Nyarlathotep is attempting another Planemeld.”

Andriell gasps, “P-Planemeld?!”

The spirit turns towards the elf. “We don’t have much time, but in short: when Nyarlathotep first breached into Terraria, their objective wasn’t only to subjugate and conquer this planet… but the entire universe. Then, they would’ve proceeded to combining this universe with their plane of the Outer Realms. And if we’re not mistaken, this has already somewhat happened to another universe that was connected to this one. Equus, we believe it was called.”

“W-wait, Outer Realms?” Andriell starts after recovering from her shock. “How do you know all about this? Where did you get this knowledge?”

“The infinite library of Yog-Sothoth, or Yog for short,” The spirit responds. “Eridani and Asphodene are frequent visitors to that library, the greatest source of knowledge in the Omniverse.”

Andriell’s eyes widened, “Y-Yog?! As in, THAT Yog? The one dad would always talk about?”

“Indeed,” The spirit responds. “Now then, Andriell Saule, we must halt our talks for future opportunities. We shall proceed to perform the task you’ve beseeched to us.”

With those final words, the spiritual figure proceeds to float high into the air. Then, they start to illuminate in the normal star-like fashion while seemingly broadcasting a duo of feminine voices. However, each voice has a distinguished tone. One is serious, and the other is more enthusiastic and outgoing.

“Hey, everyone!” The outgoing feminine voice calls out. “Asphodene here! Now then, we couldn’t help but notice that you Ancients and Gods are a little, well, pooped. Those GrimDarks really used up a lot of your powers! As for you mortals, you’re all so awesome! And I- hey! Eridani, stop it!”

“I’m taking over now, you're wasting time…” Eridani’s voice responds.

A struggle seems to occur between the two voices, all while every combatant on the battlefield could hear these voices. And as for the giant Mass of Flesh, the entity had been completely thrown off by the mention of that name from earlier.

-Yog?!- The Mass questions internally. -But that’s impossible! He’s supposed to be dead!-

……….

“We apologize for not being there to help you all,” Eridani comments. “But we know that you’ll pull through this, even without us. But just to be safe, and as my childish fellow Starfarer had mentioned-”

“Hey!” Cries out Asphodene.

“We will restore what was lost to the Ancients and Gods present. Good luck to you all, denizens of Terraria.”

The spiritual entity suddenly explodes similarly to a supernova with those final words. Several beams of glittering energy start to traverse the battlefield, each one headed towards Ancients, Gods, and a plethora of other entities.

Upon making contact with them all, the energy surrounds their bodies before seemingly being absorbed into their forms. Most notable among them are Greed, Hades, Oblivion, Terrabyte, Decay, Athena, Lucifer, Anubis, Mewlu, and many more.

……….

“My word,” Equus’s Celestia comments, floating alongside Luna. “This energy… it’s so refreshing.”

“Verily, dear sister,” Luna responds before a smirk forms on her muzzle, “And now…” She raises her right forehoof and exclaims in her Canterlot Voice:

“IT’S TIME TO END THIS FOUL CRETIN!!

Following the exclamation, Luna charges forth with renewed vigor. And she wasn’t alone as several other beings can be seen running and flying towards the Mass of Flesh.

Celestia surveys the area, taking notice of several of her allies still locked in combat against Crimson monstrosities and demonic entities. She places a forehoof to her chin as the gears in her head turn in thought.

“We must find a way to remove these creatures properly,” She states. “They’re hindering our progress, and our attention has diverged between them and that giant culmination of flesh. But if we could just remove them from the equation…”

During her thoughts, the sun alicorn takes notice of Oblivion snapping away the aforementioned entities with his right claw as they sizzle out of existence before rushing towards the Mass. However, more flesh entities would begin to form from the landscape, and more pentagrams would bring forth even more demons.

She also saw Greed walking towards the Mass nearby, but what was most curious about this is that the demon entities avoided the Ancient. Then, it clicked to the white alicorn.

“There we are,” Celestia comments as she flaps her wings and begins her approach towards Greed.

……….

Greed is currently moving towards the Mass, his hands placed within his suit’s pockets as his steps sink into the fleshy landscape. Suddenly, the black-haired terrarian picks up the sounds of flapping wings. He looks back over his right shoulder and is greeted by the landing form of Princess Celestia.

Celestia folds her wings as she cautiously approaches Greed. She couldn’t quite put a hoof on it, but she knew that this being was something very ancient - given what he is, and she could also sense so many different energies within this single individual.

She narrows her eyes and states internally:

-I must be mindful of my--

“I can hear you,” Greed interjects, tapping his head with his right index finger.

“You can read my mind?” The alicorn inquires, masking her shock.

Greed chuckles, “Sweetie, I’ve captured many Gods, Demons, monsters, and all types of creatures. In doing so, I also acquired several perks. After all, I’m Greed. I take what I want, but I also ensure that greed itself continues to flow within the hearts of every mortal, god, and even my fellow Ancients,” He shrugs, “But look at me rambling on. So, how might I help you, daughter of the Equinox Duo?”

Celestia instantly took note of the way Greed spoke, and in essence: he was a trickster. A deceiver. A liar. And given his name, he wielded the very sin itself like a weapon. And yet, she could sense parts of him that bore a strong love for someone or something. He was an entity unlike any she had met before, but then again, she concluded that she’d meet all manner of individuals in this world of Terraria.

The alicorn shifts her stance, “I noticed that the demons avoid you, although the flesh monstrosities seem to-”

Suddenly, Celestia’s words are cut off as an entire jaw rises behind her. She attempts to turn to face the gnashing jaw made of flesh, but a blur zips past her.

[KTHOOM]

The jaw is sent flying through the air, but Celestia’s widened eyes spot the form of Greed, whose back is turned towards her. The Ancient had a flicking gesture in his right hand, indicating that he had simply flicked the entity away. But more than that, and much to Celestia’s confusion: he saved her.

“How rude, we were talking,” Greed comments before turning to face Celestia’s shocked visage. “No manners whatsoever, am I right?”

“Y-you… saved me…?” The alicorn questions in shock.

Greed puts his right hand behind his head as he laughs sheepishly, and if Celestia didn’t know any better, was he… blushing?

“Yeah, see, I made a promise to Sweetie Belle that I’d at least try to help a child of someone I know. Regardless of whether they’re a friend or foe.”

“S-Sweetie Belle?!” Celestia exclaims. “How do you know one of the Crusaders?!”

Greed narrows his eyes, “It’s called the multiverse, Ass-Everest,” The nickname causes Celestia’s right eye to flinch, although she did look towards her flank for a moment. “Then again, Terraria is a special case,” He turns around and starts to leave, “Anyway, that was a one-time thing. Stay out of trouble, kiddo. And don’t ever try to get in my way, or I’ll kill ya.”

“W-wait!” Celestia calls out as she recovers from the words she just heard. “I have to ask you to-”

“Yeah, yeah, remove the demons so that we can all lay it onto this guy once and for all,” Greed waves his left hand dismissively as his voice becomes distant while he further approaches the Mass. “Lucifer’s already working on that. Not to mention Daedalus is out in the world killing a whole bunch of them. Hurry up now. We’ve got a flesh orgy to deal with.”

As Celestia watches Greed’s form distancing with every moment with a look of confusion and awe plastered onto her features, the white alicorn suddenly chuckles before saying:

“What an interesting individual.”

……….

A black-haired terrarian figure floats above the battlefield, his black tuxedo covering his tanned skin as a red aura surrounds his form. All while the roars of the Mass of Flesh sound off as it continues to rage in defiance. But thanks to the actions of the Starfarers, one could take notice of large chunks of the entity’s body being blown off, and although the entity tries to regenerate itself, it isn’t able to do so quickly enough.

“Alrighty then,” Comments Lucifer. He raises his arms before opening both of his palms just in front of him. His narrowed eyes fixate on the Mass of Flesh. “I’m the bloody devil, ya wankah. The Underworld, Hell, Tartarus, whatever the fuck you people want to call it nowadays… BELONGS TO ME!!”

Two pentagrams form within each palm, and as a result, an even larger pentagram develops all across the battlefield.

“DEMONS! BOW TO YOUR KING!!”

Moments before Lucifer’s exclamation:

On another section of the battlefield, both Sheeraiah and Tzana let loose batted breaths, standing across from one another with their weapons drawn. Their local area consisted of indentions within the earth, indicating the results of their ever-progressing conflict.

“How are you holding up there, Tzana?” The demoness inquires with a devilish grin. “Don’t go limp on me now; I’m quite enjoying this little dance of ours.”

Tzana chuckles while standing on her hind legs, wielding the Bladecrest Oathsword in her right forehoof. She shifts her stance before responding:

“I can do this all day.”

The two combatants prepare to rush toward each other, but the echoing words of Lucifer reach Sheeraiah’s ears, causing her to halt in place.

“DEMONS! BOW TO YOUR KING!!”

Tzana also comes to a stop with a questioning gaze before forming a smirk on her muzzle.

“Well, well, who’s going limp now?” She inquires with a sideways grin. “I’m sure you could find a little blue pill for that in hell, somewhere.”

Sheeraiah seemingly absorbs Lucifer’s words, and following an annoyed sigh, she comments:

“Looks like we’ll have to continue this dance some other time, Tzana,” The demoness’s words cause the earth pony’s ears to flicker in response.

“Excuse me?” Tzana inquires, but at that very moment, an object is hurled toward her, to which the half-utopian catches a particular blade: Old Lord Oathsword.

“Get stronger, my dear,” Says the demon as Tzana admires the second blade, dual wielding both weapons within her forelimbs. “One day, I shall come back to play with you. And when that time comes, we can settle this little match of ours. Until then, may those blades aid in your efforts. I can’t have you dying as you are, not just yet, anyway.”

“Wait, hold on,” Tzana calls out as Sheeraiah is in the process of turning away, causing the demon to look over their left shoulder. “What happened between you and my old man? You seem to hate him so much that you also despise me just by being his daughter.”

The demoness stares at the light-blue mare for a moment before turning forward and casting her gaze upwards.

“Why don’t you go and ask him,” She said. “Yes, ask him about how he dishonorably killed me all those years ago.”

“Dishonorably?” Tzana inquires. “Or maybe he knew that he couldn’t face you head-on, so he used a more effective tactic. There’s no shame in that.”

“You don’t understand…” Sheeraiah responds as, during their conversation, a large number of demons begin to disappear throughout the battlefield.

“We agreed to a one-on-one match. No tricks, no traps. Just us, and a fight to the death.” A growl escapes from her bared fangs, “But while I waited for him, a barrage of arrows that blocked out the sky, crafted by powerful material, is all that came for me that day. And as I took my last breaths, I vowed to have my revenge for a death that completely shattered my honor. And when my spirit was sent to The Underworld, Lord Infernon admired my undying will and determination.” She spreads her arms apart, “I went through a lot of trials in The Underworld, thus earning me the new form that stands before you now.”

Tzana absorbs the demoness’s words with a neutral expression. Then, Sheeraiah’s body becomes transparent as a series of black and red flames engulf her.

“Ask your father,” The disappearing demon’s words echoed. “He’ll tell you the same thing, I'm sure. The spineless coward…”

The demoness disappears completely, leaving behind the dual-wielding mare who stares at the spot where Sheeraiah once stood. Tzana takes in a breath before exhaling irritably.

“What the fuck did you get me into, dad…”

After a few more moments go by, a series of clopping hooves garners Tzana’s attention. Said steps approaching from behind.

“Tzana!” Calls out Tempest Shadow, stampeding towards the half-utopian before coming to a stop. “Did you hear that voice just now? Demons all across the battlefield are leaving because of it, and those Bone Serpents that chased me just vanished without a trace.”

Tzana turns her gaze towards the Mass of Flesh in the distance, “Can’t say I understand the ways of demons perfectly. Each of them seem… unique, and have their own ideals. But I know this,” Tzana smiles vibrantly as she looks down at her blades, “I’m gonna test these new puppies against that flesh behemoth over there.”

“HOW DARE YOU, LUCIFER!” The Mass of Flesh roars out in anger. “Those demons are MINE to command!”

Lucifer laughs, floating above the Mass. “Only because their real boss was trapped and weakened, but now that I’m back, well,” A powerful pressure is exerted from Lucifer, “It’s time to unleash some good old wrath, my second favorite sin,” Lucifer licks his lips.

“You dare do this to me?! I will butcher you!” The Mass roars out.

“Awfully cocky for a crawling orgy that’s about to get bloody gang banged,” Lucifer flips off the Mass with a middle finger, “This is for tricking me into building the Pit, you fuck!”

Suddenly, a large number of different attacks, both physical and magical, collide with the large Mass of Flesh. The combined forces of Ancients, Gods, immortal and mortal beings alike all relentlessly bombarded the entity—beings of Terraria and the former Equus among them. But most importantly: their attention was now entirely focused on the Mass and no longer divided between dealing with demons and Crimson entities, although the flesh monstrosities still persisted. But their numbers nearly vanished.

“GRAU-HAUGH!” The Mass exclaims painfully, its mountain-sized body being torn apart in the process. “NOOOOO-!”

The horror suddenly goes silent as the combined assault destroys its thousands of mouths. Every feasible type of attack is being used: explosions, slicing blades, powerful magics, gunfire. The variety was nearly endless.

The Mass’s once mountainous frame was becoming smaller and smaller by the second, unable to regenerate the damage, and large chunks of gore were being sent aloft or simply eradicated.

This would continue for moments longer, and where once a large mountain of grotesque flesh once stood, now there is scorched earth, pieces of the once former entity, and rivers of blood from the damaged flesh.

The attacks have stopped from the combined force, and all in attendance momentarily admire their works. A surge of emotions overtakes some, such as joy, relief, and satisfaction. However, before anyone could burst out into a unified joint of cheers, a booming voice shouts from above:

“Destroy every last piece of that abomination!” Athena exclaims. “Don’t let up! We may have reduced its size drastically, but we must eradicate every last semblance of it!” Her authorative tone instantly garners everyone’s attention.

However, this was easier said then done for one glaring fact: the entire Crimson Biome would undoubtedly make their hunt far more complex. It wasn’t a simple task to seek out specific gore pieces in a biome made entirely of flesh.

“If I may interject!” Calls out Gorglock the Goblin Tinkerer, standing on The Mech’s right shoulder with Katelyn, the Mechanic. “Perhaps our search won’t be as bad if our devoted dryad performs her wonders.” The goblin finishes as all eyes are turned towards Celebes, the Dryad.

This causes bystanders to let loose gestures and sounds of realization, all while Celebes blushes due to the attention.

“Of course!” Twilight exclaims, floating alongside Rainbow Dash in the sky. “Celebes, you’re a dryad! If I understand Gorglock's idea correctly, you can purify this infection!”

Oblivion snaps his right claw, standing next to Anubis and Terrabyte. “Good thinking, Twiggle and Gobble!”

“It’s, Twilight!”
“It’s, Gorglock!”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s nice,” The skull wolf responds dismissively as he approaches a very particular Ancient: Decay.

“B-but, it’s far too large for what I’m capable of!” Celebes exclaims.

“That’s what Harmony said!” Oblivion responds over his shoulder before turning back to Decay. “Think you could help the kid out? This Crimson Biome is too large for her, and no other Ancient understands infections as good as you do.”

Decay, the grey ghastly humanoid entity, turns their orange/yellow gaze towards Celebes. The two stare at each other for a moment, causing Terrabyte to shout:

“Don’t get any ideas, pal! She belongs to my host!”

“Be silent, GrimDark,” Decay responds with a side-glance before approaching Celebes, his voice echoing yet drawn out. “Your kind are but an arrogant bunch.”

Terrabyte growls, “The fuck did you just-”

-Terrabyte,- Says the inner voice of Silence. -That’s enough. There’s already been enough conflict as is. Restrain yourself immediately.-

……….

Both Celebes and Decay stand before each other, staring into each other’s eyes.

“I never thought the day would come when I aid a dryad,” Says Decay. “Your kind has always been a thorn in my side.”

Celebes narrows her eyes, “This is the first time I’ve met you, but I’ve always heard of you through the stories my mother would tell me. You thrive on plaques and sickness, including infections and organic viruses.”

“It’s what I am, child,” Responds Decay. “We are polar opposites. You spread purity and give ailment while I induce sickness and impurity. We could never get along.”

Suddenly, a clopping of hooves approaches them, “On this day, and even if this is only temporary, can we not just put aside our differences for the good of this entire world?”

Both Decay and Celebes turn towards Celestia, and upon noticing the equine and among the masses around them, Terraria’s own version of Celestia observes her equine counterpart with a hand to her chin in thought.

-Hmm… I look pretty damn good as a pony.- Her eyes suddenly widen, -Woah! That ass!-

……….

Decay stares at Celestia for a moment before turning back to Celebes, who still looks at the equine. “I don’t need a lecture, and I’m aware. Otherwise, why would I even bother aiding you all against the GrimDarks and with Nyarlathotep? But know this, dryad…”

The Ancient’s final words draw Celebes’s attention. “When this is all over, you are my enemy. As it was with all dryads who came before you.”

“Right you are, mate,” Comments Lucifer, standing nearby with Greed at his side. “Let’s not pretend that one or two conflicts that force us to work together will make us friends. It just ain't bloody happen’n.”

In tandem with Lucifer’s words, many antagonistic individuals among the masses let loose agreeing vocals and gestures. All while more heroic figures narrow their eyes in response. But, much like Celestia, some were more ‘in-between.’

“There’s just too much bad history at this point,” Greed states. “Anyway, you two should probably get down to business.” He finishes as he focuses on Celebes and Decay.

Decay’s orange eyes dissipate before the entity extends its right arm appendage made entirely of smoke and gas.

“I shall channel the Crimson’s power into you,” Decay starts. “The more of it you purify, the more powerful you’ll become until it is completely gone.” The ghastly being places his right hand on Celebes’s right shoulder, “This will only work while I have contact with you, do you understand?”

Celebes nods, “Yes.”

“Then begin your purification.”

And so she did just that. Celebes clasps her hands together as a spiral of leaves manifested from magical green particles dances all around her. The resulting winds cause the hair and manes of all present to flutter in response.

Celebes concentrates with closed eyes; all while Decay keeps their connection via his hand on her shoulder. Then, the dryad opens her eyes, which are consumed by light-green energy.

“Stand back,” She said in an echoing tone, to which Decay abides as he transforms into a floating mist and moves away. In addition, everyone else distances themselves to give the dryad more room to work with. And after moments of building up energy within her form, Celebes floats in place and spreads her arms apart before roaring out into the Crimson skies:

“AAAAAAAAWWWWGH!”

A wave of green energy accompanied by mighty wind and leaves spreads out in all directions. And as the wave traveled, every spec of Crimson it made contact with was purified immediately - sizzling away in a red mist before disappearing altogether. The landscape, despite being damaged, had also returned to its former self. All while those who observed this spectacle looked on with amazement, and those who were already familiar with the abilities of a dryad watched with pride.

The wave continues to travel to the very borders of Camelot's territory, even passing by notable compounds like Home Town and the Dungeon before vanishing without a trace. Celebes has done it, honoring her brethren as a whole: the local Crimson Biome is no more.

-???-

“Hmph, Nyar… you overconfident fool,” A strange voice comments within an empty black void, its tone a combination of thousands upon thousands of voices speaking in tandem, feminine and male. And because of this, its gender was difficult to make out.

“Very well. I suppose I can spare a few moments to aid you. After all, you weren’t a complete failure in the distant past. But this will be my only act of kindness.”

An uncomfortable chuckle echoes all across the black realm.

“Yog… Zalgo… Terra… you three will never learn. But if you insist on this cute little game of chess, then I suppose… It’s my turn.”

Suddenly, an anomaly opens up in the blackness, and through this breach, one could see the form of Twilight Sparkle, who currently chatted with her friends and loved ones.

“The Equus piece of the Devourer of Gods… you’ll do.”

Another OC joins the roster: Andriell Saule. Owned by: ♡·.·*｡Vee | Val ｡*·.·♡ or Myrin.

More shall be revealed about her as the story goes on.