"I can see… I can see everything," Sanders searched the air around him in the soft glow of the magical tree. "Every magic user in the world, I can see them, now, despite being awake… I see the tree, where it came from..."
He blinked several times, his hands moving to his head. "It's… so much. So much."
Anaisa's eyes widened as she watched the seer flinch at the amount of information he was receiving. She hoped it wouldn't hurt him.
"I hate being near the tree, too," Trace grimaced. "It is too much power."
"I do not hate it." Sanders clarified. "Where is Emily?"
"Brother!" Emily, having heard the voices, flew from her hiding place behind the hill and charged towards him. "Sanders, are you all right?"
He opened his arms and the siblings embraced for a moment.
"Yes, yes I'm all right," He told her with a brief smile. "I'm much better than all right. I'm free. Ah, It's been so long since I was free."
