Mm. [The heat in the air dissipates, replaced with... The feeling of rain. Rain that hasn't started yet, but is on its way. A quiet rumbling of thunder, too.

Yggdrasill has not felt doubt in four thousand years, and he doesn't like its sudden comeback.]

The blend of different worlds is... troubling, to say the least. It is fully possible that my power is something others have witnessed before, or that there is power to match it here. ... But that is why I must persevere. I cannot fail again. Martel must- I must return.