OOC:
I would normally put this in a note to the caster, but it's worthwhile to go ahead and let everyone see it.
Ephwrath casts his spell with practiced ease, and can instantly sense an aura. As he turns, eventually he comes to face toward the northeast. There's a strong aura of magic, but strangely far off. In a quick moment of insight, he realizes that it's coming from outside. He moves to a window and looks outside. The sight is gorgeous and terrifying and fascinating and... familiar.
He instantly recognizes the swirling auras of magic he saw at the Meriava harbor, but where they seemed then to flow gracefully through the air and water like diaphanous, delicate silk, now they race into the sky, twining and colliding with one another with explosions of magical power. Were it possible, you would swear they were warring with one another, but it can't be possible, can it?
They build and grow, and build and grow... snaking through the clouds overhead and filling them with crackling auras of light. You can feel the pulse of power inside you, twisting your insides into knots, and again you realize that the farther from Elora you've gotten, the stronger that twisting grows.
They build and grow, and move out from the center of the lake. Out from where the island of the Shining City would be, though from here the island can't be seen through the buildings. Out toward the shore line.
Out.
Toward you.