The life of the plushie carrying Khimera in the war had been brought back due to the grace of the lady Sa'ouna, and thus had the life of another. Few had known of the loss of the life of the magma creeper, and thus few would know of his rebirth.
A pocket of lava slowly bubbled up, rising in a ball above the ground. This wasn't too odd of an occurance for being at a volcano, but something did seem odd about this. The ball of lava burst suddenly, sending magma flying in all directions.
Now, laying there on the rocky ground, was a small little orange figure. His eyes slowly opened, readjusting to the world around him. He was... alive..? "How....?" the magma creeper asked himself, rather perplexed.