A ragged bird flew into Xao's palace, living darkness falling from its wings as it shed the burden of the Shadowlands. Xao let it alight upon his arm, and took the scroll from between its beak, upon which it vanished into dust. He opened the scroll, read it briefly.
Very well.
Xao's form grew static, hazy, as if he were just a manipulation of the light. He grew much darker, then vanished altogether, leaving behind air full of charged, dark energy, crackling at the sheer power of the God. He appeared in the Stone Circle, his cloak of darkness being shed as he reached his destination. The area darkened at his presence, sobering in respect to the God of Darkness. Unseen beings would move just outside of vision, taunting in sadistic glee. The God's powers had become malleable even in this dire need for fuel. Xao leaned against a stone pillar, arms crossed, waiting for whatever announcement needed to be made.
