Exelissomai!
The word felt grand and heavy as the moment Damian uttered it, truly everything blazed verdant. He felt like every part of his existence was burning wit transformation!
With a process that had been waiting since before the Lands of Stone took their current shape!
He had to ask himself what this word meant.
To his limited human understanding, it was just a word. Just syllables arranged in patterns his tongue could shape and his mind could grasp. But he knew this was only a letter from the Primordial Tongue, ancient beyond the Ancestors themselves.
His human brain translated it into something it could comprehend, but the true meaning extended far beyond mere language.
Exelissomai.
