He wasn't certain if combining his realm of Noledor and the Academy was a wise idea. He had hoped to find a way to make things work within the fabric of RhyDin's reality, but sadly could not. Especially after the attack on Arcanum, he realized that putting the students where he was a deity was the only safe place for them. The portal was set and appropriately warded, secured, and guarded. It was a portal that was divine, arcane, and technological in nature so that one method of attack could not destroy it. It took a lot of effort and work to get to this point and a lot more to hide it from everyone until now. Today, he would go to the Governor and offer the part of land they weren't using to the government. That should keep focus away from the Academy and he could start teaching the public or RhyDin once more. He had to rebuild the staff. He did have his penitents and spirits that could assume corporeal form to do for now, but he wanted to include the community of RhyDin as much as he could.

He shifted reality around him so that he stood where the Academy once was in RhyDin. The soon to be public site held a few buildings and he walked past them with a hint of sadness.

That hint of sadness became much deeper when he approached the old shrine to Corellon. He briefly wondered how everything happened after his "demise". He wondered if she was ever saved. However, he couldn't bring himself to find out. He just couldn't right now. There was too much there that tore at his heart. He was certain that if he was needed, he'd know, so he could only assume it was over...one way or another.