Algra heard him, and turned to see him striding forward toward her. The ring on his finger flashed bright silver. He paused for a moment to shut his eyes tightly in concentration, and then he seemed to push forward against some resisting force. The ring actually brightened to the point where Algra had to lift her hand to shield her eyes.

Something seemed to form out of its light; an energy that shifted and writhed outward into a humanoid shape. A female shape. When Algra recognised Janette's form within the light, she lowered her hand and simply stared in awe at the impossible sight before her.

Gregory struggled as the spirit appeared to resist being so rudely shoved around. It wasn't until Janette noticed that he was pushing her back toward her body that she stopped for a moment. Algra saw the dawning comprehension in the spirit's eyes, and the Look of terror that followed. It renewed its efforts to try and claw its way free, but its hands and feet simply passed through him harmlessly. Yet there did seem to be some resistance, as Gregory's lips pulled back over his teeth and he had to exert his own strength to push her down toward her body.

The struggle continued, and Janette shifted her efforts to look directly at Algra. Her features shifted with restored hope, and she cried out to her friend. Algra couldn't hear what Janette said, for the spirit's words were silent. It didn't matter, for it was clearly read on her lips: Help! He's going to kill himself!

She released the girl's body carefully to set her back on the ground, and pulled up one of her swords. Help? Ok. How, exactly was she going to manage that? She certainly wasn't going to kill her mate. Maybe she could knock him out? Could Valise be of some assistance? It seemed that

Gregory's effort to get Janette’s spirit back in her body was taking everything he had, and it gave her a practically open shot at doing whatever she deemed necessary.

Then she Looked down at the ring. He was holding out his hand in front of him. The spirit was still incorporeal to anything physical except its magic. She could simply cut off his finger and the power would no longer be his. Without thinking, she raised her weapon up over her head and spared his face a last glance with a silent apology. She was not expecting him to be looking at her. It made her hesitate, and in that moment he spoke.

“Trust me, Algra."

If he'd said almost anything else, it would have cost him at least two fingers. Yet when she heard him ask for her trust, she felt her Gregory speak to her and not some magical being within the ring. She only had an instant to decide, so she went with her heart rather than trying to process the situation fully. Then she lowered her sword back to her side.

Janette's spirit had stopped struggling and began pleading, its hands raised in an effort to hold his cheeks.

“Greg! Stop, please stop. There's not much of you left. We can't both die!"

He ignored her words, and she closed her eyes and decided that if she couldn't resist him then she'd damn well join him.

"I love you. I love you so much," she whispered the words upon feeling herself descending into her body.

That declaration seemed to empower him further, and he pushed down until his hand set upon the cool skin of her chest and her spirit was fully embedded within the body. Re-forging a person was no easy task, and he relied on the ring to do the heavy lifting whilst focusing every ounce of his will on maintaining the connection and simply holding the spirit within the body.

It only took a few moments to start working, and it felt unlike anything he'd ever known. With the enhanced senses of the ring, he could see her body begin to come alive again. It almost seemed as if silver fire was being pumped through her veins, cleansing the poison as it did. The ointment that had sealed up her wound fizzled away and soon the flesh was regrown until not even a scar was left to show for it.

Fixing the problems that had led to her death was relatively easy compared to actually bringing life back to her again. A great deal of magic poured forth from the ring, and he could see inside her when she once again began to shift and move cell-by-cell. The power was so great that the Light of the ring could actually be seen running through her veins and arteries beneath her skin, using her own circulatory system to re-invigorate her body

Even then, it wasn't enough. It seemed Gregory's part in the act was over, and in truth he didn't feel much of anything anymore. The ring took complete control of his body as he stood upright over Janette. Her spirit was once again bound to her body, and her body was alive once more, but the connection needed to be much deeper if she was to function as she once did. The ring once again began to shine, and this time it became so bright that none could look upon it without falling blind. It lifted Gregory's hand over his head, controlling his movements entirely and bringing forth a magical energy that the world had not sensed since the time of dragons.

Then the ring brought itself down hard at the centre of Janette's chest, and that Light pulsed through her body until she too radiated with the glow of silver. It sent a shockwave through her entire being, and in that moment she was remade whole again. Air filled her Lungs to bring out a deep gasp, her back arching with glorious pain and her eyes opening once again to see the night sky above her.

Algra rushed to her side when the light died, leaving the girl convulsing and trembling on the jungle floor. The orc took the human girl into her arms and held her tightly.

Standing above them, Gregory looked down with a slightly glazed expression. Apparently satisfied with his work, he lowered his gaze further to look upon the ring. With his still-gauntleted hand, he plucked the ring from his finger. The moment it left his touch, the light died into the polished silver band, and he fell to the ground with a clattering thud of metal against dirt.