Grudge...

Once Kali was done with that, she next enters the giant treehouse. She flies up to it with her wings flared and enters what should be the central point of the structure, where she and Harry would usually have dinner and breakfast together.

Strangely, the room was larger than it should be, like, overinflated. The chairs and tables were far too big to be usable, and even the cutlery was proportioned all wrong... The treehouse wasn't just big, it was inflated...

Now, in someone's mindscape it wasn't unusual for something more important and personal to someone to be more detailed than everything else, as if to emphasize its importance... But this? Clearly, something odd was occurring.

She heads through the place, using her demonic strength to push open the now gigantic doors, and eventually reach Harry's room... There, she finds him, the ordinarily sized Harry sleeping soundly in the gigantic bed.

She flies up to him and drops to her knees at his side, using some magic to see what was wrong. Someone's personal manifestation in their mind was usually asleep unless the person was actively engaged in their mindscape. In this case, Harry was completely unconscious, which wasn't odd but...

After scanning him, she discovered that even his subconscious was being affected by whatever was afflicting him. "Must be his soul then..." she sighs, deciding to utilise her demonic heritage to take a look at it. She turns the unconscious boy's head and locks lips with him, causing her vision to spin and quickly turn black.

Once she opens her eyes again, she's greeted by a black void and a large spherical ball of energy. One that seemed to have fracture lines running all throughout it. The ball was white with tinges of grey that encompassed almost a third of it.

This was wrong, but not unexpected due to the foreign soul that'd been lodged in Harry. Human souls were almost always white, only being tainted when someone dabbles with soul magic. The soul that'd been here had traces of itself behind. It seems to have been trying to transform Harry's soul into something similar to itself, but the process had stopped after it'd been removed.

There were newer places of taint however, these ones were subject to a different personality than the other, making Kali nervous for the state Harry would be in once he awoke... The huge amount of foreign emotion and taint to his soul would've killed or irreparably crippled a regular person, but Harry was saved by some kind of spiritual shield that'd protected him against the brunt of it... She hadn't actually noticed its presence before simply because it was entirely beneficial to Harry. Along with her being unfamiliar with this kind of soul magic especially...

I mean, who delves into soul magic with the intent to protect? Certainly no demon she'd even heard of.

Fortunately, not everything was bad news. The fractures in Harry's soul were visibly mending, healing themselves under the boy's own willpower, along with some assistance from a certain patron demon god that's taken a liking to him... Or at least, didn't want to see him dead, yet...

Unbeknownst to Kali, Harry's soul hadn't just fractured, it was now larger in size than before he'd gone off on his expedition to the North Pole...

Seeing that there was nothing she could do to help, she returns her consciousness back to her mind, then her mind back to her body. She wakes up and finds herself lying atop Harry, a complicated smile making its way to her face due to the fact that the damage to Harry wasn't as dire as she feared. He'd wake up once the cracks in his soul had mended, though, whether he'd still be the same person as before, she'd have to wait to find out.

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Three weeks later and Harry finally awakens, his eyes fluttering open before immediately closing again due to the harsh rays of sunlight shining through the nearby window.

He keeps them closed while his brain starts to conjure thoughts like an old rebooting computer. It was fuzzy, his mind slow and his thoughts scattered... Even the most basic information, like his name, was difficult to drag to the surface.

"Quid fac-" Harry pauses as the foreign words leave his mouth, he could speak it as if it was his first language, but it still felt peculiar on his tongue. "What happened...?" he groans and he weakly pushes himself backwards so he could sit up with his back against the board of the bed.

"I was... Out somewhere cold... With... Nanthisk...? The North Pole?" he mutters aloud, trying to piece together the events that'd led to now.

He slowly walks through his memories like a one-legged senior citizen before eventually remembering his last conscious moment when fighting the Lich...

Harry looks around the room, quickly confirming that it was indeed his room in the treehouse while breathing a sigh of relief. He'd gotten out somehow, probably rescued by Kali if he had to guess... He could tell that both Kali and Nanthisk were alive too by the bond he shared with them.

"Thank God..." he mutters as tears threaten to well up in his eyes. He had been scared that his reckless actions and adventuring had gotten Nanthisk killed, so he was very relieved to find that this was not the case.

He lets out a sigh and pulls the comfortable covers off of him before trying to get to his feet. He didn't feel pain or any niggling injuries, only... Odd. Like the feeling that you've forgotten something, or something related to the feeling of existential dread.

A dark, almost wispy pile of fabric on his bedside catches his eye, the Lich's robe... He picks it up but almost drops it as feelings of familiarity and... Pride? Spring to life in his mind. "T-that's not right..." he mutters, his heart rate increasing as he tries to reason why he'd feel such things.

Luckily or not for him, his increased heart rate and caution were felt through his bond with Kali and Nanthisk, alerting both to his awakening. Nanthisk doesn't immediately move, but Kali certainly does. Speeding from wherever she was and through the window of his room, her yellow eyes glowing as she clambers through it like the Grudge from a T.V screen.

"Maasterrrr..." she grouses, causing danger alarms to go off in Harry's head... An upset Kali is a sad Harry, and Kali was VERY upset...