There is much I must consider after the event in the fields. He had said... things most peculiar, and even more so now that things around Moladion had begun to change even more so than I had initially believed possible in such a short time. Diveen had taken on a new scent that night. It resonated with a new sound, and the borders and lands beyond its reach reeked of migration and exodus. I wonder if Heyel had foreseen it all - I am sure he would have liked to believe so. Nonetheless, he is gone. But a smell on the wind. A droplet of red in the rain that had poured since that night. There is much to do. Much to think of.

I return in the darkness of the night, a clap of thunder echoing as my introduction back into the security of Glorall's borders. I can hear the ocean surge beyond the dunes, raging and erupting against the cliffs that litter the coast. Strangely, I feel... at peace, I suppose, or quiet at least. I move along the dunes, the sand whipping against my flesh and the salt burning the wetness of my eyes and mouth with a peculiar savagery. I cannot help but sneer in amusement: if angels had ever been real, then surely this is Heyel attempting to show us all just how spiteful he can be. It is even more inspiration to enjoy the violence of the night.

I do not move particularly long across the dunes before I pause and take root, nestling into a position between a cluster or rocks and reeds. They calm the wind only slightly, and yet, I can watch out across the black sea as the lightning cuts apart the sky. It is a fitting welcome home, I suppose, and surely a sign of what is to come for our little hero, Solaris.