Those who believe, those who kept their faith steadfast all of these years would be rewarded.
It is only in the New World that Gods and deities still have these kind of powers to affect the world.
The last bastion of the Gods.
This are not empty title. As she thought of this she suddenly saw in the distance a white hart.
And her smile becomes wider.
The distance is not quite close but also not quite far.
None of the people in the caravan notices that space contorted and distorted and that someone appears on the other side of the tree.
Because of how large the tree and how thick its body, no one managed to see that suddenly there is a group of people that appears like some kind of divine miracle.
'Ah, he is here. A child of great destiny' she mutters to herself.
Like the wind itself, her words bring breezy and cooling wind around the area.
Aegir and his tribe has arrived.