# '''Ascension: Reform''': The Fifth Mark has cost me my ability to walk, but it matters not. I sit rest at the center of a web that spans the continent. With a tug on a strand I topple empires. Nothing lies beyond my reach.# '''Ascension: Reform''': The branches growing branches inside me have broken free of my skin in several points. They spread in every direction, wedding me to my home. I feel every tremor on the skin of the world. This is the Sixth Mark.# '''The Conjoining of Wills''':#* Recipe: My branches extend skywardreach extends skywards, higher, higher still, until they are it is met with branches that are not my own. They The last flakes of my skin waft away as we intertwine time and time again, until it my mind is impossible to tell where my thoughts end and Hers beginssupplemented. I will share in Her immortalitypass no Gate, and become as I am already risen. I will be immortal: a Long, favoured of the Spirarch.#* Ending: The world lies below, but not beneath me. Though my body is my lesser appendage now, it will serve me well in the centuries to come. Perhaps I will discard it. Perhaps, one day, I will rise even higher. [Congratulations on a standard Reform victory. You have wrestled the game to its knees. There are other paths.]