Musa's vision was never as sharp as it was now; his mind was never so clear, and his desire was never so fervent. He could feel the world speak to him, showing him to the desired path ahead, but there seemed to be a darkness, a distress of some sort, an eerie laughter in the distance that echoed as he used his abilities.
He could feel that this land has been in much turmoil as of late. The sheer voices he heard all across the plains, the fear, the unrest, it was everywhere, in the ground, in the air, and across even the rivers. There was something permeating deep within Nahar, nay, in this amalgamation of lands that was causing all these troubles.
