(98) Glass
Geth was sitting in the catacombs waiting for Filthy to arrive. He had already emptied the half-full barrels of liquid Mana that morning.
Closing his eyes, he focused on the Rune for "Gather" that was etched on the upper wall of his Mana pool. There was no way that it was a simple dream.
Mana was constantly pulling in through the spiral. As the Mana slipped in, it condensed into a liquid. The liquid fell gradually into the lake below.
His mind also played scenes of a dream he'd had a month or more back. The sudden expansion of the Earth and the appearance of hundreds of different creatures.
It all seemed to have happened at some point. One thing that Geth didn't understand was the difference in size.
In his current situation, the world had expanded about ten times over. In the apocalyptic nightmare, the Earth had grown at least one hundred times in size.