Underneath the old Godswood tree, an aurora of life still reverberated through out and up the old tree. No one could hear it, no one could feel it. Except the Wardens. The Wardens felt it since the darkness overtook their old friend. Over the past several days the echo of the tree just boomed louder.

That's when Senetrix heard it. The sound not heard since his friend had fallen- silence. He took his noble steed and rode out to the tree, to try to find the sound once more. Just as he felt, it was absent. Though it was not the only thing missing, for the dirt was no longer in it's place for it was piled on the ground. A hole remained where his old friend once was. As soon as the revelation over took him, there he was. Upon the hill overlooking New Vosis, he stood once more. His feeble body, now renewed, radiated in the early morning dawn. The wounds and scars once present now left him as did the sound.

The Great Bolesby has returned.