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Information requested: Cradle speedrunning
Beginning report…
Lindon had always seen fighting as a means to an end. He had fought Heaven’s Glory to escape with Yerin, fought Jai Long because he had to, in the Uncrowned King tournament because he had been chosen, and the Abyssal Palace for points.
Yerin found fighting exhilarating. It was the best way for her to test her abilities, and compete with others, like a fun sport. But Lindon had never shared that passion.
But with the Scythe War over, when the Void had stopped fighting against reality, he found that he really quite missed the struggle. His time on Cradle, though painful, had been amazing.
[Masochism. That’s called masochism.]
Ultimate control was boring if one’s only goal was to maintain control. The natural question, then, was… “what now?”
Whether or not the Abidan should intervene more in the universe was still a subject of heated debate. But, in the meantime, Lindon didn’t intend to just sit around and do nothing. He now had all the power he could possibly want, and there were ways to use it well within the Eledari pact.
In the Iteration of Sanctum, a couple million kilometres from the main planet, four massive script circles floated in space. Lindon stood on the biggest one and observed his handiwork. Even for a Judge, building such a thing alone had been an enormous challenge, but he was satisfied with how it had turned out.
Lindon had asked Dross to not help with the design. He found it more fun that way. But it would be imprudent to use the scripts without having a presence verify them.
[It will work. But if you had just modified the second ring like this…] He sent a mental image. [The third wouldn’t have been necessary at all. Would you like to know how much time you wasted?]
Lindon convinced himself not to think about that. The point of this build had always been fun, not efficiency. Now that he knew it would work, he sent a flash of his will along each ring in sequence.
The rings enclosed a space large enough to hold a planet, with a single Worldseed at the centre. Even from that distance, its incredible power cast a strong, pulsating glow on every rune. Whenever Lindon’s will attached to a ring, it gathered a halo of power, traveling along the ring and powering complex runes along the way. This was around the time when everyone else on Sanctum would notice something was going on.
Soon, the energy flowed around the rings at impossible speeds. When even Dross couldn’t follow it, a solid circle of blue formed along the plane of each ring, and the Worldseed expanded. It formed a surface of mountains, oceans, trees, people. In a matter of seconds, a world was born. An exact copy of Cradle from years ago, with one key difference:
In Sacred Valley, there was room for one more advancement-hungry sacred artist.