The sky that were once a scorched crimson filled with ash and broken light suddenly cracked open above them.
It split with a soundless shatter like glass in the void and from the tear came an emerald brilliance, cold and sickly, yet powerful.
It pulsed in slow waves, lighting the battlefield in shifting hues of green and black, as if a buried sun of corruption had just been unveiled.
The clouds around it seemed to coil in fear, drawing away to make space for the forgotten god's true power.
Erend and Eccar stared upward. Their eyebrows furrowed as they felt the world change again around them.
They didn't need to speak to feel the pressure. The shift in the air wasn't just Magic. It was history and memory of this place that somehow they can feel it.
Something waking up in the ground, in the bones and roots of this place.
