Far across Ayther, many powers began to move.
Some turned old plans into new...
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Pieces on a board.
That's what Vinam Victoriam saw on the table-sized tablet before him.
The appearance of the Metatron and Auric's disappearance had at first seemed a devastating loss. For the second time in his life, he'd watched the lights of Araqlun go dark, only for the tower, which had pierced his city and wrapped itself around the central spire, to suddenly begin providing all the mana he needed and more.
It was like Araqlun and the mysterious crystal tower were made for each other. Functions of the city that had not worked since before memory came to life. Water condensed and flowed more readily. The air became purified, even of the sands that rose from beneath them.
There had been complaints, at first, but the pitiful mortals below had realized that the waters of Heaven were a boon to them...
No matter how laden with waste they were.
