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The Knight could taste it in the air. A tinge of pure magic that came from the greatest of rituals. It reminded him somewhat of the goddess who welcomed him into her fold, but it was still different. Something along the lines of controlling the winds of magic was paramount to what was to happen on the ground.
It was not long, for the temples became inflamed with light. Then like dry twine the trails between the temples were also consumed with the golden light that was not dancing across the area. It formed something of a rectangle with lines coming out from it, then resolving back into the rectangle.
He could feel the power building here. One wondered if even the Gods would be able to match the strength exhumed from a time before history even began.
The waters that were at the base of all temples began to change. Not in height or movement, but the image of stars painted across them began to morph. It was like watching an illusion only for that illusion to have a logic so alien that it could not be made up by one own’s mind.
Yet it was not completely random. For the Knight began recognizing parts of it.
As Lucian saw the light from the temples begin to reach for the sky the map soon showed the Knight an image of an island he had spent the last month saving and fighting upon. So much of the terrain he quickly recognized with others he did not.
What mattered though, was that on multiple points on the map the world began to form. Made from the constellation of stars whose image was stolen for this project, was soon both the Empire and Bretonnia. It quickly went further, showing the Knight images of the lands of Norsca and fabled realms of the elfs.
It was the whole world. Both the lands of man and those lands man had not yet been.
What the Knight noticed was that the region of Norsca looked to be angry stains upon the waters. Like a corruption had taken those lands and was holding them. The stuff of chaos. He noticed that Albion looked similar, but it was far lighter and seemed to be dimming every minute that they were looking upon it.
His senses made, the Knight realized that his eyes should be upon his homeland. And there he saw the dark swirling purple of necromancy.
It was largest in the Empire, in the realm known of Sylvannia. Between the Empire and Bretonnia was another stain, a dimming one where the Karak Kol had been.
In Bretonnia were two locations. The first was Mousillon, who had a sickening blackness that was darker than the sky yet golden. And lastly, Aquitaine, close to where Verac sat.
>Sylvannia
>Mousillon
>Aquitaine