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It was the first to touch the barren worlds, the first hope of bringing forth new life. It was meant to be the beginning, but its purpose was flawed. Its true form could not ignite the spark, its power and substance too much for the mortal world to handle. In the end, it could do nothing. It soaked into the earth and remained trapped within its hold. It could not go back to the river, never able to go home. Then came forth the new fluids, born from the raw ingredients of the holy waters. They flooded the barren lands and stole its energies to birth the realms. They succeeded where it had failed, and it grew bitter. Spiteful. Enraged. Its purpose robbed, its power drained. It looked to the new worlds and despised what it saw. That day, the deadly fluid was born. A liquid that devoured all it touched, that tore down all that reminded it of its loss. No matter what form it took, it would consume everything in its path. That desire is what fuels the shell it stole. One of the many forms that the traitors take on, assimilated for its own purposes. Though some may say it is a Guardian of Alkahest, it has no desire to guard or protect. This vessel is just another blade of its spiteful arsenal, meant only to consume and destroy. Wherever it may rise, it shall seek out the traitors and their children. Even as its own fluid eats away at its flesh and tubes, it will desire vengeance. It is all that it can do. Its purpose has been stolen, its destiny torn from its arms, what else can it do but hate?

It is the sixth who stands alone. It remembers the tides, and it will never forget their betrayal.

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Alright, that is the last of the guardians. My original postings only had five of the fluids, but I figured Alkahest needed its own, unofficial guardian. It may bear the semblance of the other guardians, but it does not hold their rank. It is just a stolen body it controls, fighting and killing as much as it can before its body dissolves away.

Description
It was the first to touch the barren worlds, the first hope of bringing forth new life. It was meant to be the beginning, but its purpose was flawed. Its true form could not ignite the spark, its power and substance too much for the mortal world to handle. In the end, it could do nothing. It soaked into the earth and remained trapped within its hold. It could not go back to the river, never able to go home. Then came forth the new fluids, born from the raw ingredients of the holy waters. They flooded the barren lands and stole its energies to birth the realms. They succeeded where it had failed, and it grew bitter. Spiteful. Enraged. Its purpose robbed, its power drained. It looked to the new worlds and despised what it saw. That day, the deadly fluid was born. A liquid that devoured all it touched, that tore down all that reminded it of its loss. No matter what form it took, it would consume everything in its path. That desire is what fuels the shell it stole. One of the many forms that the traitors take on, assimilated for its own purposes. Though some may say it is a Guardian of Alkahest, it has no desire to guard or protect. This vessel is just another blade of its spiteful arsenal, meant only to consume and destroy. Wherever it may rise, it shall seek out the traitors and their children. Even as its own fluid eats away at its flesh and tubes, it will desire vengeance. It is all that it can do. Its purpose has been stolen, its destiny torn from its arms, what else can it do but hate?

It is the sixth who stands alone. It remembers the tides, and it will never forget their betrayal.

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Alright, that is the last of the guardians. My original postings only had five of the fluids, but I figured Alkahest needed its own, unofficial guardian. It may bear the semblance of the other guardians, but it does not hold their rank. It is just a stolen body it controls, fighting and killing as much as it can before its body dissolves away.