Saeldir moved swiftly in the next moment. The map with flickering points of lights still floated above his desk like a warning pulsing in the dark parchment. He waved his hand once more and the parchment expanded, revealing deeper layers of leyline intersections beneath the continent.
Thin streams of azure light flowed between the dots of necrotic energy, showing how the old network of Magic veins still breathed faintly under the world's surface.
"The energy flow is slow but spreading, haah… I knew that these things will be active again sooner or later," he muttered with a sigh, then his eyes narrowing. "If this continues unchecked the deadlands to the north will awaken first."
He reached for a quill and began drawing adjustments in the air. The quill left trails of light, creating new diagrams above the parchment's surface but not quite pressing into its content, just like a hologram.
