People walked out of their residences in every tiny town all across the Land of Dawn, staring at the sky. The could all feel the world shuddering as the one thing they had hoped for since falling into the Darkness was coming true. They felt the call of order as the Lighthouse of Time was completed, knowing that it only needed to be lit.
Everyone prayed by instinct, motes of light flying out from their bodies to merge into the timeflames in their cities. Everything converged into the golden beam of light that shot into the distance, using the power of the souls from order to protect the Lighthouse of Time from the Darkness.
Standing atop the Lighthouse, Richard adjusted completely to the laws of distortion and was granted a changed view of the entire world. The sky in the Land of Dawn was a faint purple, motes...