*Boris walks through the once fertile field, lifting some dirt up within his hand*
*He looks around him, and sees nothing but ash and the decayed around him*
*An old man follows him, carrying a wooden rod with an emerald upon the top of it. The man begins to chant an incantation as Boris kneels near him, drawing a symbol of a tree in front of the rod. Quickly, a number of trees begins to grow around the old man. Boris continues to draw numerous symbols, those of sunflowers, wheat, tall grass, and numerous other plants. With each symbol Boris draws, numerous of those plants appear, in a specified pattern and location in accordance to the old man's memories and incantations. Then appear the horses, goats, and lamb for mobility and work, and chickens for consumption. And finally comes a deluge of water, refilling an old, decayed river.*
*Not long after the old man finishes his incantation, a plethora of humans come from the Northern cliff, and begin to populate the area, building new cabins and creating a new settlement*
*the old man coughs, with the blood being mixed with the phelgm*
Boris: "... you sure you can do this for much longer god-lord?"
God-Lord: "That, my dear friend, is something of which I'm not sure..."