A nameless mage stopped in his return, the faltering winds and that sensation of safety alerting him. Turning to the heavens, the man hollered to the emptiness above. "You've failed before, you fail again!" Then only whispers came from him, that bitterness that came with age hidden from that god that unbeknownst to the mage, did not exist, "You couldn't save them before. You couldn't save them."
And that bitterness grew, cries to an illusion lingering in the air, not meant for that which had come, but for a salvation that would never come.