“Fortunately for whom?” Morrus growled. His beady eyes shot from face to face in search of some malicious intent. If they wished to seek revenge upon him, they had no chance at all.
However, to his internal disappointment, no, nobody was seeking any immediate harm upon his person. Wonderful.
“I could care less for this idiotic little civilization.” He snarled, drawing himself upright and almost colliding with the ceiling. “I only returned here because it was once my home, and I figured I would have a little fun. Thank you for ruining that.” His form grew more green as he artificially rose his temper. “I only desire to find the mask that made me… This, and be free from this inescapable curse. And if you expect me to ‘turn over a new leaf’, or do any sort of menial-”
That was about the time that it happened. Within the whole island of Okoto there was a rolling breeze, which didn’t simply move the air. No, it traveled through the trees, through the earth, through the heart and soul of every living creature.
Most wouldn’t even notice it. The beings allied to the elements would feel a sudden surge of energy which quickly disappeared. For Morrus, his branches would grow slightly, at most. But while most with elemental power heard a faint whisper, Morrus heard a booming command which resonated and reverberated within his wooden form.
The elders would notice the change immediately. As scowling indifference fled for the hillside, unfathomable shock and a childlike fear swiftly took its place. The green leaves quickly rushed from red to yellow and finally to brown as his whole form began collapsing in on itself. The dark, cunning eyes looked out from hollow sockets so deep you could fit your hand inside, illuminated with life and colour - a powerful contrast to the dark, beady eyes flashing before.
His whole frame rattled in terror as he looked helplessly at the beings gathered before him, desperately wanting to enter the fetal position. “I-I-I-I can’t… He… M-M-M…”
As the whisper carried to the black crater, it swept the valley with utter silence. The mountains stood resolute to the desperate call, and Ekimu - if he was still tied to light - might feel whatever sort of power he had formerly possessed in full. The Lord of the Undying Storm, however, jolted so violently that the extra boost of energy was drained entirely from his hands, causing snow to violently slam into the sandy ground around him. Looking about in shock, he began half-walking to Ekimu, his muscles urgently attempting to make his legs move faster.
For on the sweeping elemental call was the booming message of the Lord of the Core:
Brother… I am dying.