Regulus sat in his cave, pondering the three times. His focus caused him to lose his perception of time, he was unsure if minutes, hours, days, years, or decades had past while he sat in thought. What did it truly matter to a god. His focus was constantly pulled towards the fungus, and the question of whether he had a soul, and if he did, where did it come from. 

In his mediation, he had felt his power return to him. Perhaps he could use his godly power to illuminate the answer. He took Anhur in his right hand, and Stormcaller in his left hand. Holding Anhur over the ley, a piece of wood grew from it and dropped on top of it. He then carefully poured some of the water from his horn on top of the ley, careful to keep the water spirit from splash out. He then imbued it with his divine essence, and demanded of it, “Show me my soul.”

A golden, crystalline leave sprouted from the ley. It was then followed by a emerald leaf, then a ruby leaf, and then a sapphire leaf. The moss then began to burst with emerald, ruby and sapphire leaves. The branch grew and contorted, growing branches that bound to the leaves, and grow root that buried themselves into the ground. The leaves organized themselves by color, the emerald leaves bunched up aligned with the trunk of the tree, to their right was the ruby leaves, and to their left was the emerald leaves. The tree hummed to life, it did not use words, but its message was clear, “I awaken Master Regulus.” 

Regulus recognized the tree as his avatar. He felt a deep connection to the tree, far greater than even his connection to his griffins. But this was no place for his avatar, there was no room for it to grow, and the world was dangerous. As in response to his thoughts, it hummed, “You do not need to worry for me. There is a clear solution.”

The god nodded, “Yes, that will work. But I need more preparation.” He looked to the soul still in his horn. “I can’t very well leave you there can I.” to which to the tree hummed with an idea, “Yes, that can work.” he said, using his powers to mold the stone up around the base of the tree into a well and pouring the water into the basin, filling it beyond what water was actually in the horn. He then waved his spear over it and blessed it. “Water Spirit, I imbue your dormant form with purpose. You will grant those who gaze into the pools visions of distant areas, and be able to send messages to distant listeners.” 

He looked up at his avatar, “You need a name, I name you Yggdrasil.”, to which the avatar hummed approvally. 

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Regulus continues to pour the nature of souls, in particular, if he had a soul. To this end, he creates an avatar tree, which he latter named Yggdrasil. He also created a well attached to Yggdrasil to house his pet water spirit and gave it magic powers.

1 Might Used to Create the Avatar, Yggdrasil
1 Might Used to Create the Blessed Object, The Reflection Well

Might Total : 4
Acts of Creation: ⅚
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