As he had sensed before, bringing something out of nonexistence seemed to resonate with the Void Icon, but that wasn’t it. Not entirely. There was something else, and he tuned himself to it even as he lost himself in his creation of the Phoenix Blade. He was so immersed that, when he felt something change, he couldn’t afford to stop. [Um, Lindon…] I felt it. Lindon continued swinging Genesis. Dross shrugged. [We’ll handle congratulations later, then.] Far above the labyrinth, in Sacred Valley, the image of a massive hammer spread across the sky.
