The effect was immediate and magisterial!
Across the Early Veiled Shore, every being who had been meditating, who had been arduously working to forge their own Mana Glyphs through effort and concentration and time, suddenly felt their existence buzz with unfamiliar sensation.
Power.
Not a trickle. Not a stream. A fucking ocean of it, flooding into them from sources they couldn't identify, filling reservoirs they hadn't known they possessed.
HUUM!
The Emperor Penguin, who had been struggling to maintain three Mana Glyphs simultaneously, suddenly felt the burden vanish. Its reserves exploded outward, allowing it to forge a fourth, then a fifth, then a sixth with speed that should have been impossible.
