The night passed as one of immense progress and wonder.
Rain had fallen throughout the darkness onto a surrounding landscape of more than twenty miles across, the region centered on the Purple Stone Tribe receiving blessings from clouds that refused to dissipate. Hour after hour, those radiant droplets descended onto stone and soil and flesh, transforming everything they touched with Mana so pure it seemed to glow.
And the changes were unfathomably grand.
At this point in time, as the rays of the morning sun landed on his shoulders, the cloud far above radiated a faint blue light across a span of more than twenty miles. It remained suspended in the skies without dispersing, connected to his consciousness through pathways of blood and essence that had only grown stronger throughout the night. The cloud was part of him now, as permanent as his beast form resting on the peak above.
Damian was looking up at it when Uncle Adam approached.
