Waybound (Cradle Book 12)

It had led her to her Underlord revelation: she practiced the sacred arts so that she wouldn’t be alone anymore.

He was instructed to look for a concept that defined him, even in his childhood. So tell me, Mercy, how do people see you?”

[That’s a top-quality human vessel you have.

A voiceless, formless force of determination. A will that would conquer rather than surrender. Akura Malice.

Yushi’s diamond-like Remnant felt the need to out-perform. To be seen. She would put her all into her tasks, and she would either accomplish them or fail after so much effort that she could not be blamed. The Sage of Calling Storms had left a Remnant dedicated to chaos. It wanted to see things break, change, and move, and was happy to follow orders

He had chosen to believe it. So he chose to continue believing.

Orthos shouted involuntarily. He would have staggered back several steps if he could have moved at all. A mountain had collapsed onto his shell, and he was held in place by an invisible fist. That wasn’t Lindon, that couldn’t be Lindon. That was a Dreadgod. The Empty Ghost. And it was coming for him. White circles on black orbs stared into Orthos,

Adepts—those who are proficient in their world’s energy system—stay here or are relocated to another world where they may be useful.

“We will not stop,” Lindon said.