The process takes a few days as from the roots of the Tree, Childe is reborn.
As he rests and regrows, he dreams, but one doesn’t seem like a dream at all. In the depths of the void, Childe's consciousness stirs amidst the hazy veil of death. As his spirit floats in the ethereal realm, he feels the flame of his being pulled into a fractured tapestry of timelines and possibilities, each scene unfolding with vivid clarity, portraying different versions of himself across various epochs. In all of them, he is a Shard-Bearer. In all of them, he struggles, fighting through the weight of years. In all of them, he sees himself consumed by a familiar darkness, his very soul ravaged - sometimes by the Zenith, sometimes the Meridian.
In all of them, his Shard inevitably shatters.
Amidst the chaotic whirl of these spectral echoes, the final vision beckoned. Childe's heart raced as he witnessed a version of himself desperately reaching out, his own eyes filled with urgency. Words struggled to pierce the veil of his consciousness, but he discerned a fragment of their message: "you have to break it." Before he could grasp the full meaning, the Shard in that incarnation shattered into countless pieces, piercing the air like shards of glass, embedding themselves into Childe's very being.
When Childe comes to, he’ll find himself encased in a cocoon. The cocoon is filled with a familiar sap, just up to Childe’s neck. The thin material of the cocoon isn’t difficult to break through, but it still feels like a great effort because of how weak he feels. It’s as if he’s been doing days of strenuous activity, and the feeling will linger along with general body aches and chills for the next few days as his body demands rest and recovery.
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As he rests and regrows, he dreams, but one doesn’t seem like a dream at all. In the depths of the void, Childe's consciousness stirs amidst the hazy veil of death. As his spirit floats in the ethereal realm, he feels the flame of his being pulled into a fractured tapestry of timelines and possibilities, each scene unfolding with vivid clarity, portraying different versions of himself across various epochs. In all of them, he is a Shard-Bearer. In all of them, he struggles, fighting through the weight of years. In all of them, he sees himself consumed by a familiar darkness, his very soul ravaged - sometimes by the Zenith, sometimes the Meridian.
In all of them, his Shard inevitably shatters.
Amidst the chaotic whirl of these spectral echoes, the final vision beckoned. Childe's heart raced as he witnessed a version of himself desperately reaching out, his own eyes filled with urgency. Words struggled to pierce the veil of his consciousness, but he discerned a fragment of their message: "you have to break it." Before he could grasp the full meaning, the Shard in that incarnation shattered into countless pieces, piercing the air like shards of glass, embedding themselves into Childe's very being.
When Childe comes to, he’ll find himself encased in a cocoon. The cocoon is filled with a familiar sap, just up to Childe’s neck. The thin material of the cocoon isn’t difficult to break through, but it still feels like a great effort because of how weak he feels. It’s as if he’s been doing days of strenuous activity, and the feeling will linger along with general body aches and chills for the next few days as his body demands rest and recovery.