Dyre sat on his knees, his eyes closed with an almost tranquil smile on his face. If any warrior were around they would think he was slacking off, but if a mage was here they would be surprised at the amount of concentration that this boy could muster.
"Golemancy is the art of making near invincible soldiers from only the ground beneath your feet."
Dennali spoke as they walked around their student as he sat in preparation for the task at hand.
"But it is foolish to think that the ground here would be the same in, let's say the great plains or the broken tundra."
Dyre could feel Behemoth smile, as if remembering something dear to him. And as the feeling grew he felt as connected to the ground under him as he was connected to his own body.
"There are as many Golem's as the ground and your creativity will allow Dyre. And now I will show one of the greatest."
The lich tapped her staff on the ground and from it, what seemed to be an almost living mountain. It's large hands were pulling itself from the very ground, and who was still kneeling felt every single movement. But not only that he could almost see it forming under the ground.
And when the golem was out of the ground around them, it moved its oval shaped head down to look at its creator.
The only thing that the golem had on it's face were two eyes that glowed in a deep purple light.
"Did you feel it?" Dennali asked, Dyre could feel that see already knew the answer, but he already was the prince of pride so what could a little boasting do?
"I saw it perfectly." Dyre said with a smirk and his eyes still closed. But even with his eyes closed he could feel Dennali's smile.
…
And so Dyre spent weeks on Golemancy, learning everything from this school of earth magic. Learning each spell and mastering it to a polished shine, until.
Dyre stood next to his teacher in front of them was a varied terrain of different environments, desserts, rocky tundras, and pains that went as far as Dyre could see. And with a genuine smile he tapped his spear on the ground
And from the tundra two mountains sprung from the ground and as they pulled themselves out Dyre tapped his spear again.
With it the sand of the desert whirled in a controlled path collecting more and more sand until a large being had formed with a humanoid upper half and a whirling sandstorm formed its lower half.
But Dyre didn't stop here and from the plains rose from an army numbering in the hundreds.
Dyre stopped and basked in his newly created army, in all of their eyes gleaming a stark white unlike Denali's golems deep purple.
Denali nodded in acceptance, thinking to themselves.
'It has only been three weeks and he has already mastered true golemancy. Truly this is something I thought I would never see someone learn this fast.'
The lich turned their head to Dyre, as they watched their student beaming with pride. They put their hand on the boy's shoulder and what he said made Denali laugh for what must have been centuries.
"So, what's next?" the boy said with a smile.
…
Owen had been hunting for the thief and what he had stolen, and when he thought he was getting somewhere it almost immediately went up in smoke.
He locked himself in his office, even now both Amma and Oliver were too scared to knock on the door.
Until after months of searching and he had finally found it, the most precious item from his almost forgotten childhood days.
It was a gift from father, to others it was nothing but a ploy to get his young son to stop asking for a power he would have no hope in controlling.
What it used to say before being ravaged by time was, Dyre Lanterns guide to spirit.
It was a book the young Owen obsessed about, and even now the paladin hungered for the power that his father created.
But it was just not meant to be, his father was butchered right in front of him. With his father's death, his great want was made aimless, and as much as he still wanted that power. It was obviously too late.
Owen sighed and turned back to the charred remains of his late fathers gift, he had forgotten much about his childhood before being brought into the fold as a squire to the great paladin Mars.
He grabbed the burned book and put it back on the shelf where it was first stolen.
Owen shook his head, and left his office accepting that his 'target' has escaped his grasp for now.
…
The angel Rapheal flew down the golden buildings of the holy realm, Gildonm.
His large white wings flapping somewhat panicked than the usual steadiness. The reason for this panic is that for the first time in a long time there was going to be a meeting between the four gods.
Westro, god of wind
Iblis, god of flame
Oceana, goddess of water
Valada, goddess of light