Valindra agreed with Rodrigo, "Indeed. Whoever controls the Soulmonger is everything. Therefore, we must wrest control away from whoever has caused this blight. I will levitate you down so that you may continue our search."
On the top of the heart, Qawasha and Hup'lo prayed as hard as they could to Ubtao for aid. As usual, no answer came - at least not in an obvious way: As they stood to leave, Qawasha was feeling dejected. He was angry that his beloved jungle was overrun with undead. Furious that this foreign wizard was occupying a holy site. Frustrated that, though they had discovered a possible location, he still felt directionless.
"Ubtao, why have you forsaken your people?" he thought as he headed for the stone stairs.
Then he stopped, as he saw the beautiful view as if for the first time: The sky was partially clear, and it reflected as if in a mirror off of the Aldani Basin to the west. Qwasha wandered around the ancient, petrified tree in a clockwise direction. To the north, he saw a stretch of grasslands, and a herd of long-necked behemoths grazed as a flight of multi-colored birds flew by them into the jungle to the east, which stretched as far as he could see in lush, beautiful trees of so many varieties. Qawasha could name them all. To the south-east, the high Valley of Embers, where the waters of the Lake Luo were the source of the River Olung.
When he came around to look to the south, he saw the mountains of the Peaks of Flame - three volcanoes forming three points. The westward one was erupting, as they often did, and Qawasha marvelled as a bright, nearly white, flaming ball flew out of the volcano and arched across the sky to the west. It flew many miles from the volcano, leaving a smoke-trail, and it landed somewhere in the jungle.
Qawasha tried to calculate how far it had flown and he had the sudden realisation that the scale was all wrong. He should not have been able to see these things from here. Lake Luo was a hundred miles away. The peaks, a hundred-and-fifty. The ejected rock had flown sixty miles from the volcano and had landed in the jungle even further away. It occurred to him that this far-sight phenomenon had happened before. They should not have ever seen the Heart of Ubtao from the Cliffs of Mbala. Nor the wreck of something as small as a ship!
Thinking of that, he looked to the South-West, where he could see the ship's blue sail (more correctly, a balloon, but Qawasha had never seen one of those) caught in the trees a hundred miles away. This far-sight, he decided, was a blessing of Ubtao, and that Volcanic ejection had been a sign. They could investigate the ship if they wished, but he felt that he must lead them to where the volcanic rock had landed, leaving a scar in the jungle.
He knew in his heart that they would find answers there.