The ascension had been…disorienting, to say the least. One moment, Finnigan O’Malley, or rather, the Green Sage, was standing on the familiar, moss-covered stones of the Order of the Green Thumb, bidding farewell to Brother Alaric and the other monks. The next, he was bathed in a light so pure it made the earthly sun seem like a flickering candle, soaring through realms unseen by mortal eyes, carried aloft by a power that hummed with the music of creation itself.