The fog wall had fallen, one of the final bastions, protecting Yggdrasil against the many beasts craving for the blood and foundation of our holy tree.
The fog walls that had held for millenia fell one by one, peering into the future I could see neither great disaster nor bountiful rewards. The future was turbulent like a great flood of destiny had been thrown into the great pond of fate.
No longer could us seers predict the future.
Though I could at least track ones so close to my domain. That however did not mean that I could interfere, no.
I could not interfere with his growth, the fog walls actively struggling against me. ME! Their creator, they were commanded by a being greater than I.
