“Alright,” he said, and there was no despair in his voice, only the quiet resolve of a gardener who had just learned to grow flowers in a desert. “Let’s plant it.”
Kaelen’s boots crunched on the frozen ash of what used to be the Vault of Whispers. Three weeks ago, this place had been a cathedral of living stone, humming with the stored memories of a thousand dead civilizations. Now, it was a crater. The air still tasted of ozone and burnt prayer. Trainer The Genesis Order
Training was not commanding. It was listening. It was taking the Blight’s desire to unmake and showing it a different shape. He remembered Valeriana’s final lesson: “The void is not evil. It is just… empty. Give it a better hunger.” “Alright,” he said, and there was no despair
The wisp, a fragmented remnant of the Order’s core AI known as Mnemosyne , flickered sadly. it said, its voice a soft chime. [The Blight now propagates unchecked through 94% of the known strata.] Now, it was a crater
It would have to do.