Chapter 64: Chapter 62: The god-sent omen

There is a magic to life.

I do not mean this in a wishy-washy sort of metaphysical sense. Rather, I am speaking of the topic of ‘ambient magics’, as they are commonly known. Great regions of the world, such as tall mountains, deep, ancient forests, or awe-inspiring, vast oceans, emit a constant, passive amount of ambient, magical energy out into the world. It stems from the abundant life that lives atop or inside of these places.

Every living creature has some innate amount of magical residue to itself, from the smallest goblin to the largest dragon and everything in between. While mostly these magics are used to sustain the life of the creature, there is always a leaking of sorts, a radiance. Just as one’s body emits warmth from itself, so do all living things emit a tiny amount of their innate, magical properties.

These collective vapors rise all throughout the world, being carried by the global trade-winds that span across all continents in the cloud-zone of the sky. They float, being carried from shore to distant shore by strong currents and tides.

This total collection of millions of magical presences is what we call ‘ambient magic’. It sticks to things across the world, forests, caves, wild-lands and imbues them with this collective power.

It is the magic that fills the world and powers many processes that we can not otherwise explain.