. . . He took a deep breath and started to pull the energy he sensed beneath the land. Older than all, and crafted in creation, pulling from the territh was arduous. Every energy source was different and each had a unique vibration, a signature. But all were tempestuous. He wasn’t sure if their true nature was chaotic or just in confluence with forces beyond him. First, Qudin had to attune to the energy and then he could focus the disorder. The effort of drawing energy through obstacles of matter took strength, but it was the best source at the moment. Qudin drew in what he could, binding the energy…
Does every epic fantasy journey needs a map?