Mithias' felt his stomach lurch with the shifting of the world under his feet. He placed a hand over it in a meek attempt to quell the visceral rebellion. Succeeding, he immediately perceived the glowing orb. Quirking his eye brows like a puzzled mortal, he approached the thing. "What the devil? It's ... it's like an artist was drawing the world, and then, spherically... stopped drawing here." he felt like he should do somethign about it. Perhaps he should touch it. Mithias got closer.