They all felt deep and real fluctuation of the Magic of life flowing through every corridor and stone wall of the temple. It moved like wind through leaves but warmer and fuller.
It was the kind of energy that didn't crack or burn or destroy like before, but instead restored and healed.
The temple itself seemed to breathe as it passed through. The walls no longer cold with feelings of decay but pulsing gently with light. The ancient stones soaked in the power like thirsty roots drawing water after a long period of time without one.
This was the forest's lifeblood which is the true essence of Thar'Zul-Vekar's Magic power. It was clear now that this was never a god that meant for wrath or death or decay. Their domain was one of renewal and preservation of life.
It came back to what it wa supposed to be before the disaster that hit the god.
Erend, Eccar, and Krono remained still. None of them spoke. They just let the feeling sink in.
