Erend remained seated on the edge of his bed after the connection faded. His gaze lowered while his thoughts slowly aligned clearer than before.
He finally understood what he needed to do, and in its simplest form, it was almost straightforward.
Go to the Creation again then either purify it or rewrite its purpose. But the simplicity ended there. Because the moment he thought further, the real difficulty surfaced immediately.
How was he supposed to convince the ones who understood the Creation best to cooperate with him?
Those people would not be ordinary individuals. They would be the ones who studied it, guarded it, and built their entire world around it. Figures of authority. Mages, the overseers, perhaps even rulers.
And that alone made everything far more complicated than any battle he had faced so far.
They would not trust him easily. Not him, not Eccar, and not Aesa.
They were outsiders.
