In only a few hours, Aigas was barely recognizable from before. For starters, the great cracks beyond the clouds, an eternal reminder of the heroic deed by the dragon Jiggorrhax to save Aigas long before, were finally gone. The three continents – Feinheath, Opungale, and Edagon – were fully restored, better than ever. The waters around all of them were clearer and more profound – clean. That hadn't been the case for a very long time. Those who had dared venture past the Central Boundary could attest to that.
Aeggr thought the air was better now than that which he remembered from his time. The mana bubbling along with it seemed twice as rich as well, something he found absolutely unnerving. Just what kind of world was Aigas going to become now? Was it being primed for a new age of wars, of villains?
'Probably not,' he thought. He could imagine a few reasons that wouldn't happen.
