Seeing the birth of the universe was tantamount to a second incarnation to Escre. Where before there was nothing but possibility, there now lay an endless, cosmic sea. As it viewed the glittering stars and vast, multicolored clouds, it was difficult not to succumb to the verbal precedent set by Vowzra and Astarte before. With no mouth to speak, however, the Great Spirit hung in space without the power to express the wonder of the cosmos, an array of light magnificent enough to make even a god feel very small indeed.
Escre watched as Arguis, the patron of knowledge, abruptly vanished after declaring his intent to affect the blank planet below. Until now, Escre hadn't been quite aware of the barren world's existence, so enthralled was its pale eyes by the galactic sea. Now that Escre saw the planet, however, it could see without difficulty how devoid of interest it was. Desiring to descend to the stony surface, Escre wreathed itself in a mantle of white flame, and like a blazing comet plunged down, down, down toward the world.
As the comet impacted the ground, it exploded in a flash of white visible from space, and inside the crater Escre righted itself. Down here, it ruminated, was not at all dissimilar from being up there. The same star cast the same unaltered light upon the stone, and compared to the blackness of space where the nebula shone not, the planet's uninspiring gray managed to hold even less mystique.
That would have to change.
Escre knew its purpose: it presided over Life. Its innate understanding of Life meant that it knew, full well, that life could not exist without food or air. Peering upward from the desolate surface, Escre wondered who among its kin could rise to the task. The truth: not a one. Certainly, if the water god could reunite its two splintered halves as it had when empowering the orb, it might be able to smash apart water molecules to create air, but such a thing lay not within its purview.
That task fell to Life.
Weightless, Escre floated up from the surface, with speed driven by conviction. A kilometer and a half up, it ceased, and turned again to face the planet. It held out its hands; there was a flicker, and in its grasp were the lantern and the scythe. From within the lantern, the tiny pinpoint that with Escre's divine spirit flitted out in front of its owner's chest. It beat out a message directly to the spirits of all those gods who would care to hear:
”Witness the miracle of Life.” Escre pictured its own spinal cord, and allowed its spirit to pulse. Behind Escre's back a
halo solidified from white light, and as the Great Spirit held its lantern forward, an arcane circle fifty-five meters in diameter formed.
From the circle, an enormous, tower-like structure began to emerge. As it extended from the circle toward the planet, it was revealed to be a spinal cord of enormous proportions—fifty-five meters in diameter, but, as it turned out, seven and a half thousand kilometers long. The enormous spinal cord shot straight for the surface, and with very little resistance, speared straight into the stone and toward the planet's hollow core. Several minutes later, when Escre's circle vanished, the backbone had impaled the barren planet, reaching from its center straight to Escre.
The Warden, however, was far from done.
Enveloped again in white fire, Escre thundered into the massive spinal cord's top, for like all spines, it had a hollow, tubelike center. Down Escre went, burning at incredible speeds, past the planet's surface this time, down, down, down, down until the Great Spirit finally halted itself at the planet's very core.
Again Escre's halo appeared behind its back. The lantern was raised again, its glow pushing the oppressive subterranean darkness at bay.
”The light of stars gleams upon the planets surface...but for Life to exist, the magics of creation must beat from above and below, in perfect harmony. Here, at the planet's core, a star will have a place...its very own Astral Home.”Arcane symbols glowed to life on every inch of the core's walls. Escre pointed its scythe forward, and its spirit shot out into the chambers' very center, the absolute zero point of the world.
I have no need to keep it with me to continue to perform my duty; it is better served here. Its spirit began to swell in size, until at the planet's core was a hundred-meter-wide orb of radiant white energy. Escre, feeling quite faint, prepared to sleep for a while to replenish itself. But before it did, it whispered in a quiet tempo,
”From the Astral Home will seep the life energy of the planet. Every living thing that comes to be will have its own spirit, because of this, and to it in death all spirits will return. As of now, this world is alive.”And so it was. Where before there had been a dreary silence, there now beat a new rhythm entirely. Though only to Escre was it attuned, the other gods could hear it if they were perceptive. It was a beauteous minuet. Life energy trickled from the core to the surface, ready to be used by other gods to create the first plants and animals, or to make fertile soil.
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2 used to create the Astral Home
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