On the distant floating stone, surrounded by crackling lightning and churning clouds that formed the Beast's Mantle others had mistaken for a passing Primal Beast, the Saint of Stone sat upon her white throne with her eyes flickering with rivers of Mana.
Those stellar blue pupils that burned like captured stars were searching for something, scanning across distances that mortal eyes couldn't fathom, perceiving the flow of conflict and violence that pulsed through the Lands of Stone like blood through veins.
Then she found it.
She nodded seriously and said, "Alright, I've found the nearest and biggest conflict."
As she spoke, she turned her head toward a certain direction, her gaze fixed on something that existed beyond the horizon, beyond the clouds, beyond anything that normal sight could reach.
