Seither had just what he wanted. All this time he was using magic that was not magic, science that was not science.
However he was about to live up to his name sake, his mother’s dream was about to become true. The powers of creation, destruction, and decay were at his hand. More than that the underworld itself had acknowledged him, giving him the right to use a spell that would be powered by the God fire itself.
Yggdrasil was about to be born, everything had been for this. All the power from the spells around him that would have surly destroyed him was absorbed into the ground of Starina itself as a tree rapidly grew out of the ground consuming all life on this world, with its summoning Seither condensed the Tabernacle to the shape of a one inch cube shining green, the tree took all the power that was stored within it.
Seither had forced these fools to tap into life itself without him every truly putting his all into it. The sheer power of these spells had enrich the very planet that A twisted yet beautiful tree reaching up onto the heavens. Anyone who stayed would be absorbed into it as a part of its life force.
This tree was the personification of magic itself as these people understood. He thanked her mother and all the other previous hosts who memories contributed to this grand weaving of a simple spell, a simple wish that gave life back to the world tree. The very center of magic was this tree. It represented life, existence, growth, power, love, and consumption. The very power these creature used to cast this spells was right in front of them, trying to consume them.
The beautiful leaves of the tree vibrated with the pulse of life. As Seither’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, Seither;s name gave warning to the power he was using Spae-craft his very waking dream twisting reality and pleaded the creation of the world tree.
Seither was not only a host but a Seithman, his Sied was powering the very source of life thanks to the contributions of God fire, and many other power magic that was cast this day. Yggdracsil took this as whorsip and grew furiously because of it.
With his work done Seither left Yggdrasil growing at a catastrophic pace, it would cumsum everything of power on this world, and by being summoned life itself was in Seither’s debt. In a cloud of non-existence Seither teleport to places unknown
