I. The Agony of Final Structure
The air above Lithos did not simply move; it vibrated. Weeks of continuous labor, compressed from five years by the sheer force of necessity, had brought the Satellite Tower Keep to its final height. The entire site was a testament to the unshakeable will that had survived The Crucible.
Corvin Nyx, standing at the base, directing the final ascent, felt the constant, rhythmic strain of power. His Obsidian essence demanded order, but the work was continuous, forcing him to channel a torrent of energy he still fought to contain. He wore the physical exertion of the weeks like a shroud—muscles perpetually taut, eyes burning with a cold, absolute focus.
The Sorcerers worked relentlessly, using their low-level magic to shear and shape the massive blocks. Obel Harth, the Master Mason, stood as the ultimate structural authority, his critical gaze inspecting every piece. Corvin was the construction engine, the sole means of placement. He channeled power into his arms—the equivalent of a thousand men—and wrapped the dark, kinetic force around each colossal stone.
The Trial of Control: This was Corvin's final, most grueling trial of modulation. He had to fight the core instinct of his power (absolute, immediate destruction) and impose a terrifying, continuous self-restraint. He was forced to lift the stone with the force of a weapon and place it with the delicate precision of a master clockmaker, ensuring he did not crush the block, shatter the foundation, or injure Obel Harth with a stray burst of power.
The infusion process was a continuous ceremony of sacrifice. Corvin channeled immense, controlled power from his Shadow Heart into the block. The essence fought back, but Corvin endured, forcing the chaotic magic to crystallize within the material's structure itself.
The Incremental Gain: As each infused stone block was laid and interlocked, Corvin felt a direct, palpable surge of internal stability return. The volatile psychic noise of the Black Flock lessened. He was literally building his own self-control, gaining incremental stability with every perfectly set tier. The tower was consuming his chaos, transforming his pain into permanent, reliable structure.
II. The Forging of the Void Stone
With the pyramidal structure standing complete a keep built with his very Will every block infused with the might of Obsidian magic. Each block connected to Corvin in such a way that it increases his stability, power, and even extending his very influence. A pyramid of obsidian stone built on a massive foundation to house it's own reserve of soldiers. Outward a field separating walls of the same material with two gatehouses and four distinct pathways from the keep to the walls to provide quick covered access to and froe.
He gathered the purest, most stabilized Obsidian essence acquired during his time in the Black Scar. He poured his focus into the material, concentrating his vast intellect not on strategy, but on achieving a crystalline perfection that bordered on the sentient. The process demanded a terrifying, absolute suspension of all emotion—a final severance from the human pain that had fueled his ascent.
He channeled the power for hours, the material resisting until Corvin's superior will crushed its volatility. The capstone solidified, growing into a smaller, dense pyramid that hummed with a contained, terrifying black-purple light that seemed to hold his very will and exigency for order. The Void Stone was complete. It was beautiful, lethal, and the single most valuable object in the nascent Imperium.
III. The Final Anchor: Cessation of Chaos
The tower stood ready, the pinnacle awaiting its crown. This final moment would irrevocably alter the physics and politics of the world.
Corvin supervised the final lift, his gaze fixed on the ascent. Obel Harth and his most trusted crew, moving with the reverence appropriate for world-makers, utilized the iron chains to hoist the pulsing Void Stone capstone to the apex. The air itself seemed to resist the weight, groaning under the concentration of power.
The moment the Void Stone settled into its socket—the distinct, smaller pyramid cap now firmly and perfectly integrated into the physical apex of the main tower—the chaos ceased.
A silent, world-altering event occurred. The vast, unmanaged energy that had defined Corvin's life was instantly anchored. He felt the lock click into place—a profound, absolute release of internal tension. He gained a massive, instantaneous surge of power: he had achieved not only total control and order of his unworldly power but an increase of his already substance power. What this power looked like now will only be seen in the coming conflicts it will shatter concepts. The psychic drone of the Black Flock was replaced by a smooth, controllable flow of omniscient data.
IV. The Epochal Vow
The Obsidios Lithos the name of the newly completed tower representing his Obsidian Will and magic, yet also the very land it was founded on to give homage to the ones who helped make this reality. The Void Stone pulsed along with the the entire keep unleashed its field of influence nor was it subtle, Order physically spread.
The transformation of the world was immediate and absolute. Within the 30-mile circumference, the sky darkened as clouds permanently rolled in, casting a heavy, cold shadow across the landscape. The atmosphere was instantly rewritten by the Obsidian Ordo a passive aura from the combination of the Void Stone and keep itself. The chilling aura flooded the landscape, replacing the Union's oppressive fear with a deep, consuming sense of absolute vindication of order. The certainty that chaos was forever banished settled over Lithos.
Corvin Nyx looked upon his creation: the monolithic dark pyramid, a physical representation of his absolute will. The construction had been his salvation, the stone his therapy.
He had solved the problem of survival. Now, he was ready to solve the problem of war. With Obsidios Lithos completed and his will affecting a thirty mile circumference it was time to grow the ever expanding Raven Legion. To forge the very weapons and armor that will cause fear in their enemies. The Raven Lord was ready to conquer the landscape of the Trazarch Union.