Misty spheres materialized in the void—moved by powers unseen. Forces, from the deepest ends of Aêther… emerged.
"Come." Alistâir summoned a staff and held it up to a sky taking shape. "Let us build ourselves… a world!"
Imposing holy lights began to drizzle. Multiple streaks filled the endless expanse; arcs of energy scattered.
Azures.
Rubies.
Amethysts
Emeralds.
All precious natural resources of Earth came into existence.
"With a tower that reaches to the heavens—That we may make a name for ourselves."
A structure of perfect proportions formed. Swirling pointed towers pierced the skies of white.
"Otherwise…"
Lightning roared and winds bellowed.
"…we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth."
The staff stabbed into stone; now, shook Heaven and Earth. Declared, etched were the words in letters of gold.
