With stars shining in the skies, the Magus, bearing the weight of eons of wisdom, slowly encompassed the forests and cities within a matter of hours. He traveled through space, cutting through time as he went. And when the stars grew faint beneath the shadow of the rising sun, he reached Vermis.
Before him, the guards stood ready, vigilant against any unwelcome guest.
But unfortunate for them, they could not catch him. The Magus raised his staff once more and passed by them as though he were nothing more than a drifting wind.
The wind settled around him once he cleared the inner district.
Vermis was only beginning to wake.
The sky had gone from black to a pale bruised blue, and the last stars were fading like embers pressed under ash. A few lamps still burned along the streets, their flames small and stubborn. Somewhere nearby, a cart wheel creaked. A dog barked once, then thought better of it.
