“Sól er landa ljóme; lúti ek helgum dome…”

The Thaumaturge cast his hands to the sky, then swept them around above his head, repeating the chant:

“Sól er landa ljóme; lúti ek helgum dome…”

The sacred words echoed back to him from the heavens:

Sun is the light of the world; I bow to the divine decree…

The golden orb seemed to flare above the mountains of Skylord Rookery and a Sun Rune appeared within the curve of his joy staff – a ring of fire with a tiny ball of molten gas blazing at its centre.

The Thaumaturge swept his blue elven cloak over his shoulder, enveloping himself in his own miniature Runiverse. The Sun Rune illuminated the inner lining of his cape, turning it into his own personal sapphire sky; the visions danced against this backdrop, and Akron hummed meditatively.

Nestled at his feet, Sowilō swayed. As the trance also took hold of the dirt rabbit, her eyes glowed – two miniature suns reflecting the glory of the great light on high.

Spell ethers swirled around the Thaumaturge and his familiar as they drank in the visions. Images danced against Akron’s elven canvas, vivid yet unfathomable. The message of the visions only became clear as Sowilō thumped her back foot against the dirt, sending a rhythmic buzz through his body. He mentally noted the flashes of insight as they blossomed in his consciousness.

Blue and red moves earth amongst the Pillars – an ancient promise fulfilled… stars perish on the slopes as the ocean rises to meet them…

A giant key turns, a riot of colours in a cosmic clash – adversaries, yet allies…

The Alchemist cradles the world; blue patterns shimmer, but hold firm – a yolked infant not yet ready for this realm…

Ruinous fate, not yet come to pass… the body dies, where severed limbs survive. Shatter the old to form the new; follow the bear to the blue tattoo.

From the shores of the mirrored lake, the ocean bursts forth.

Holy archways bathed in green, the man from the Mount intones: “The High Priest’s blessing on the Emerald Rangers.”

Akron shook his head as his sight came back into focus. He saw the glaze fading from Sowilō's eyes. The rabbit twitched her nose at him.

“You are right, Sowilō. There is no time to lose. It seems fitting that we return to The Thorn to decide the fate of the Runiverse… but first we must pay a visit to the Geomancer.”

Story Arc Index:

Prologue: Wizard #2875

Part 1: Wizard #3032

Part 2: Wizard #1182

Part 3: Wizard #3282

Part 4: Wizard #3916

Part 5: Wizard #2550

Part 6: Wizard #3919

Part 7: Pony #433

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