Nordul paused again, as he came to a barren landscape. He had lain near here, hadn't he? Where was the first forest? The greenery that heralded his great act? Where was the life that he put down here? Puzzled, he moved forward again, towards the source of this desolation, the land's soil becoming rich and sprouts beginning from where his feet touch the ground. An answer would be had.

Unknown to him, however, was that this answer would be one he regretted for the rest of his days.