It drank up trees, and summoned up monsters, enriching the landscape in despair. It drank it all in, all that life, all that potential, and then it offered all of it to Ingolsol… Only for it in turn to all get drawn towards Beam.
He did not understand how it had happened, Francis did not. For there was no precedent set for such things. No historical records. Man was not made to resist the will of the Gods. But such a thing was happening in front of him, and he was not one to deny reality, not when it stood in the way of his plans.
He knew the intentions of his Dark Lord better than anyone. The realization of such a thing brought a gleeful smile to his lips.
"Of course… Of course… I had merely need pop him like a balloon," he said. "And then Ingolsol will come pouring down, manifested more purely than he ever has been in history."
