On a certain night in a forgotten corner of the Lands of Stone, the sky wept blue.
This is not embellishment crafted by storytellers seeking to make their tales more memorable. The clouds themselves burned with sacred fire, and from those burning clouds fell rain unlike anything the Lands of Stone had witnessed since the Ancestors first walked upon the earth.
The droplets were clear and vibrant, carrying within them Mana so pure that it glowed as it descended. They fell upon a small region spanning only a few miles, painting the darkness with radiance that turned night into something resembling dawn. They landed on stone and soil and flesh without discrimination, soaking into everything they touched.
And when they touched the bodies of those in that region, something miraculous occurred.
The flesh of thousands began to blaze and awaken.
