Change was the natural order of the universe. Powerful, profound, and painful. Warlock understood that better than anyone. He saw the flow of magic in his mind’s eye. He was surprised by how soon it had come, but Bridgeworld called to him, and he answered. It was his responsibility to accept and aid the change to Bridgeworld… and all it had and would connect.

Still, Warlock was bothered by the timing of it all. He always understood the need to accept the natural order. However, that storm was different. It was natural and yet unnatural. It arrived with no warning, no foretelling in the stars or the wind or flow of the waters. It was his personal policy to never worry. If something bad was to happen, it would happen. Why suffer twice? But something had disturbed the magic of Bridgeworld.

Regardless, he knew one thing for sure. Bridgeworld would never be the same.