The rings returning to normal even as I wore them, were omens I could not ignore, and yet, I'd have to. I was not yet strong enough to face the thing, it would have to wait, where ever it was, and in whatever state it was in.
I had other troubles to wrestle with still, the heart of the Burning Dunes' anomaly. It was different somehow, alive. The land itself seemed to breathe, and the longing of the mass that stood at the bottom of the land, and the void respectively, caused the very mana to reach for us in a torrent of unseen hands.
I stood then, on a stone outcropping above a still ocean, unfathomable things before me. I could feel it then, like I couldn't before, the sheer weight of them. The ocean lay below me, but then I felt the weight of it and the world all the same.
They made the dryad seem small in comparison. I am sure, that if my body had accompanied me on my journey, it would have retaliated all on its own.
