"A sight… So bright! I see! I see light!"
The denizens of the Divine Realm went into action quickly, releasing a handful of problematic beings, sending them toward what was now being referred to as the Undead Stronghold.
They were starting slow to begin with, not only because they wanted to conserve resources, but also because they did not wish to lose control over their pawns and have to deal with them themselves. That would just be counterproductive.
The Divine Realm's nature meant that there were no true cardinal directions within it. Getting where you wanted to go was a matter of will. If you couldn't summon enough determination to head to your destination, then the rhythmic pulse of the change the realm went through with every passing second would force you to rely on chance.
