The abbot sits there still, surrounded by the orb of sheer will that he projected. It was enough to slow the cataclysm to a millionth or more of its speed, and thus spare that tiny patch of the verdant world-that-was. She awaits the one who can not only stop the cataclysm, but cast it back. But she cannot wait forever.

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