The ground trembles under him, but not - at first - in the way it has been periodically. Like a shivering human body, skin harsh and coarse. The sun in the sky is hot above Ryo, and so is the ground.

But then is his hand. A heat settles across it, similar to when the sun pokes through a window, a fleeting gift. He feels a breath of life seep into his body, weary bones no longer so in a short few seconds.

--And then the ground shakes. One second, two, three; and then it starts to splinter into cracks as golden beams shoot out. They tangle around Ryo, spread out towards the camp, grabbing at everything and proceeding to pull it towards the ground - into the ground.

There is little way to fight the beams, unyielding ribbons of life surrounding him completely, pure divinity in every fibre of energy. But though this might be worrisome, a woman's voice speaks to Ryo's being, so kind and soft.

'You will be safe. You will all be safe with me... inside my cradle of Life.'

Help with be needed. Alerting the Gods may help. Others may be able to sense the large amount of divine energy from a distance.