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The passing days were spent in a flurry - after it became very apparent that no one wanted to play, and Iva was guaranteed to not have any more issues, Hayim made his way back to Akhuz and then to a human village near the east of the main continent. His visits to the various tribes had taken a slight pause, so it was a good idea to get back on track. The tribes were the first in awhile to have the honor of Hayim spending the night, a right usually reserved for those who had chosen to come with him to Akhuz. Ten days passed in this fashion, with eight of the villages receiving one of the seedlings that Hayim had made to aid them while Hayim was gone.

The other two villages no longer existed on that realm, having been accepted into the meadows of Akhuz. 

By the end of the eighth day, Hayim had regrown his strength enough to begin his normal level of divinity - and spawn more seedlings, of course. Hayim's goal to put a seedling in every Human community would take a long time, but would be well worth it. If he didn't need to heal them on his visits, their would be far more time left over to play! Unfortunately, the period allowed for Hayim to produce Seedlings was cut short once more, on the tenth day.

Hayim experienced the need to sleep, similar to many mortals - this was what allowed him to listen to the thousands of prayers he received daily, in only the span of a few hours. They were organized based on importance, urgency, and severity. Most passed through subconsciously - completely ignored, only altering his actions slightly and the village he chooses to stay at that day. It was only in matters of life and death where he truly heard these messages - and the knowledge that someone was being slowly twisted out of their form was quick to shake the young god to alertness.

Snapping awake in the early hours of twilight, Hayim knew that there were people who needed his help - and the prayers were familiar. A boy who was deformed from an accident, a woman who had nearly died from disease. A girl whose village was destroyed from his absence. The god quickly rushed to the nearest bush - luckily, there were many bushes similar to it in the area he wished to go. Unlike before, he sensed nothing about the spire's nature from the exit of his realm. Perhaps Fear was simply more contrary to his nature, or maybe the domain of this spire was just too similar to him already - whatever the case, Hayim exited Akhuz, completely unaware of the spire until he was already in it's presence.

While it was unfelt in Akhuz, Hayim could sense it much easier within the confines of it's demesne. The beams of twirling light could be seen in the distance, but they proved of little concern to the god. Looking around frantically, Hayim found there to be a complete lack of life. Well, animal life - no animals were seen in the immediate area, and certainly no humans. It took nearly a minute of examination to finally notice the odd shape of the bushes, how the shrubs almost looked rodent-like.

How the trees were screaming in agony and fear.

Hayim immediately rushed to the first tree, the features too distorted to discern gender. Touching it, he forced his essence into it, as he did all of his healing. The foots retracted, the branches growing more numerous and less thick - but it was far more energy than normal, and Hayim knew that the effects were only temporary. As soon as he stopped dripping his divine power into the human, they would revert back to the twisted form of bark and pain. There was only one cause of this.

The spire - those spires that forced such drastic changes, like the one that had elicited such fear from him and all life near it. Now, the spires did more than simply move away his friends - Plant-friends prospered, but animals suffered. The Humans...

Hayim decided what to do. He'd heal each creature, individually, and lead them away from the spire. Then, he could find another god to solve the spire issue. He had no idea who solved the last one, but maybe Iva would know what to do? If not, Dirka could probably pull some trick. Hayim was about to touch the tree and enact this plan, before a mighty roar stayed his petal. Looking to the horizon, Hayim was both shocked and appalled.

Drakairós swooped above the treeline, in the long serpentine body that he occasionally took - Hayim was not fond of this, as it was always difficult to tell the bodies apart. With a single motion of the dragon's head, a burst of flame erupted from the god and slammed into the surrounding vegetation, setting it alight. The fantastical nature of the display nearly distracted Hayim from the very, very real fact that the plants were not just plant-friends (and burning them was bad enough already...), but that they were animal-friends and Humans too! The young god immediately began to jump up and down, screaming at the dragon-god.

[color=a36209]"NOOOOOOOOOO!!! STOP IT DRAK! NO BURN PLANT-FRIENDS! PLANT-FRIENDS! ARE! HUMIES!"[/color]

Of course, the tiny god was not heard by Drakairós, and the god immediately began to turn around and perform another sweep. Hayim knew that his old plan would no longer cut it - not with Drakairós burning the forest faster than he can save it. There was only one way to stop this - stop the spire, and hope that they'd realize that they were burning humans. 

Hayim would have to do damage control after stopping the spire.