The pillar of light was visible from far away, kingdoms on the eastern coast all clearly seeing it, and even the central lands could glimpse at it from hundreds of miles away.
Inside seven massive trees, of which were part Bastion City's palace and the new fortress in the Ash Elf kingdom, all seven progenitors of magic felt an enormous ripple in the world's ley lines.
"A god on the mortal plane? When was the last time they graced the land with their presence? And a powerful one, at that. Most likely upper pantheon," Aravelle mumbled, as he was closest to the landing location and could feel the essence better than the others.
"But what is he doing here? They didn't even lift a finger when the demon lord appeared a millennium ago…"
The other progenitors were having similar questions. Even if they couldn't tell what kind of god it was, they still felt the divinity leaking into the world's ley lines.
