Sylverith walked through the forest, the main goal being to check on the seed and ensure it was growing and safe. Her illusion grew more translucent as she approached her true form. She had just finished sending the ssage to the guest she wished to invite. Part of her was tempted to invite Alira, but it likely wasn’t the best idea to have her dine with humans. She was not used to their kind.
Though she wanted Alira to visit the statue of the young fla Crisplet. Thinking about it, it was probably worth organising. She called to the shadows, knowing that Lily was fed up with the city at this point and was keeping an eye on Trevor through the scarf while spending her ti away.
“Lily, can you hear ?” Sylverith patiently waited.
There was a silent pause before the sound of a stick cracking was heard. Sylverith turned to see Lily flopping to the ground, appearing as if she had been terribly inconvenienced.
“Lily, dear, could you pass a ssage on to Alira? Let her know she should visit the capital and view the statue that Crisplet created?” Sylverith asked.
Lily rolled her eyes. “Why did he make a statue of her? It should have been of us. I told him. It would have looked so much bett—”
Her sentence was cut off as two things happened quickly. Lily vanished, which was concerning, as the only reason she’d do that was if she felt Trevor was threatened again.
Monts later, there was a flood of mana that blanketed the area. It was soft, so likely not going to cause any real harm itself, but the amount of mana was incredible, far beyond what was normal for the current age.
A warmth fell over the forest as a pleasant and comforting warm breeze rushed past. She could feel it through the illusion and her true form. Whatever had just stirred was beyond even her, and sohow Trevor was connected to it.
Sylverith looked back at the source of the breeze and forward towards where the seed had been planted.
With a sigh, she used a considerable amount of mana and started to dash back towards the capital. Whatever Trevor had done, it needed to be dealt with now.
She wouldn’t have been the only one to notice.
***
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Morlin had been enjoying watching the events unfold around Trevor. It had been constantly entertaining. Truth be told, he was surprised that the cat hadn’t noticed the assassin in the rafters. Perhaps she was getting fat and lazy.
He also suspected the Thelran Conclave was ssing with forces it wasn’t prepared for.
But all the concentration of mana surrounding the child was drawing the attention of others, others who don’t understand humans, or care to understand them. One such individual, Ciro, had been drawn to the chaos surrounding Trevor, and he had just finished having a word with it, and in an effort to save half the capital from being frozen over, forcibly teleporting it a long way away in the end.
The problem was that it wouldn’t be enough to keep it there. In fact, it likely only piqued its interest in the source even more, but at least once out of the city, it wouldn’t put so many innocent people at risk.
Today, however, as Morlin sat filling out his journal, sothing entirely unexpected happened. There was a burst of mana from the temples in the capital, flooding like a wave across the city. It was powerful, sothing that had been missing from this world for generations.
He stored his notes and went to move towards it, but halted as he felt the shift. Powers were already rushing towards the source. The cat was already there. The dragon, he could sense her approach from the forest, but there was sothing moving from the sea now, along with a powerful beacon of fire from the far north. He even felt two smaller bursts of power co from the south, where the demons were.
What in the world had Trevor done? And what effect would releasing that much mana on the world have?
Morlin vanished, heading towards the temple. Whatever happened today, it would be a noteworthy event, and sothing that needed to be docunted.
***
A breeze hit Roland’s back.
Warm, gentle, and entirely out of place. He felt his sword hang loosely in his hand while he stood there watching as the entire battle ca to a halt on both sides.
Roland had no real idea of how long he’d been here on the front for, months, years, it didn’t matter. His blade was chipped, his armour was dented, his skin caked in dirt and blood.
He stood there, taking heavy breaths, trying to comprehend the feeling. There was silence across the battlefield for the first ti. Everyone stood in confusion.
Then two flashes appeared, and Roland stood, readying for a large attack. Perhaps today was his day to be free of this place. But no attack ca. The warm breeze continued to softly blow past him.
Then sothing he never thought he’d see in his lifeti. The endless horde of demons began to retreat. They’d not gained ground on these creatures as long as Roland could rember, yet now they were in full retreat.
But why?
He clearly wasn’t the only one confused and lost by this. Other than the sound of the demons moving back, there was no noise, no cheers. All he could think was that they were clearing the battlefield for a large attack.
He should run, shouldn’t he?
But his legs wouldn’t move.
Even when he heard soone yelling behind, “Fall back! Form ranks!”
His legs didn’t move. He just stared at the demons moving further away.
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