I. The Revelation of the Impossible Space
The silence that settled over Obsidios Lithos was not the silence of peace; it was the absolute, profound quiet enforced by the anchoring of the Void Stone. It was the sound of a chaotic existence abruptly replaced by a structural mandate. Corvin Nyx, now physically and mentally stabilized, felt the silence as a palpable, continuous pressure, a reward for weeks of self-inflicted agony.
This silence, however, was quickly broken by logistical impossibility. Days after the Void Stone was set, Obel Harth, the master mason, approached Corvin. The mason's usually rock-steady demeanor was replaced by a visible, professional confusion. Obel's ledger, a symbol of meticulous human logic, was in outright rebellion against the laws of physics.
"Lord, the structural calculations do not align," Obel began, his voice strained. "The interior capacity... it is fundamentally wrong. We have used over seven hundred tons of quarried stone for the outer walls, and yet, the volume of our stored supplies—the iron bands, the timber, the siege rations—exceeds the keep's external measured dimensions by nearly ten times the amount allowed. The barracks, sized for twenty-five, now house the full capacity of our recruits with room to spare, yet the exterior perimeter remains just one hundred feet by one hundred feet"
Corvin, whose mind was now a perfected structure of order due to the tower's anchor, immediately grasped the terrifying, epoch-making truth. The Obsidian Infusion Process and the flawless geometry of Obel's masonry had created an unintended, localized dimensional distortion. The thick, monolithic, obsidian-infused walls were not merely stone; they were dimensional partitions, utilizing the raw power of the Void Stone to subtly compress the interior space. The fortress was a managed, controlled dimensional pocket, its internal capacity defying external measurement.
The magnitude of the discovery was immense. Obsidios Lithos was not just a fortress; it was a structural miracle, capable of housing and sustaining the necessary five hundred manned siege garrison and months of supplies without straining its limited physical size. This solved the greatest logistical flaw in Corvin's plan. The greatest defense the Imperium possessed was an accident of power that proved the absolute superiority of the order he imposed. Chaos, perfectly structured, could be forced to rewrite the laws of reality. This accidental side effect and discovery would be of the most essential boons to their immediate needs and even into the future.
II. The Embodiment of Dark Order
The tower's stability was not merely architectural; it was biological. The anchoring completed Corvin's personal transformation, granting him the control he had fought for and sealing him from physical vulnerability.
Corvin wanting to see the extent of his new ordered and increases might sought a spar with Veridian Vex. He stood in the courtyard, his new body muscles rippling, his body still and cold but ready to unleash his dark might at any moment clad only in simple dark leather, his elven ears twitching slightly at the sound of Veridian's approach. The former mercenary, unaware of the metaphysical change, began the drill with a standard iron practice sword, aiming a sharp, disciplined thrust toward Corvin's chest.
Corvin did not raise his hands. He stood in absolute, chilling stillness. The memory of his father, unable to protect his wife from the Union's iron grip, fueled his resolve. That weakness was gone forever.
The moment the iron blade struck Corvin's bare skin, the sound was a high-pitched shriek of metal failing. The blade snapped clean against his sternum, buckling into useless fragments. Veridian stared, his professional discipline momentarily shattered by the physical impossibility. Realizing what this truly meant for the future, that Corvin's will for order could actually be realized. That his might is absolute, that his dark will is absolute.
Corvin analyzed the result with cold precision: Common iron weaponry is obsolete against me. His body, infused with the primordial density of Obsidian, had surpassed the strength of conventional steel. A standard iron blade striking his skin would not penetrate; it buckled or broke upon impact, unable to generate the kinetic energy needed to overcome the density of his being. The terrifying power that once shattered boulders was now the unbreakable sheath of his skin. He had solved the problem of physical vulnerability—a direct, final repudiation of the Trazarch Union's cruelty.
III. The Finalized True Might
With his physical form unassailable and his fortress secured, Corvin's mind achieved its final, highest state. The chaotic kinetic strength was tamed; he was ready for war.
Obsius and Umbra (The Ravens), perched on the wall, watched their master with unnerving stillness. Their presence was now an absolute, stable flow of information. Corvin's innate Supernatural Intelligence, a birthright previously choked by illness the poisoning from the manore, was fully realized. The day he fused with the Obsidian Core a solidification of Obsidian Magic and Shadow healed him and awakened his dormant abilities he had. His innate connection with ravens and other corvids wasn't just commanding them and seeing through their eyes but the very innate magic and intelligence they possessed. He processed information with instantaneous clarity, his understanding of magic grew, all his senses, his mental capabilities grew beyond comprehension. All of this coalesced with the completion of the tower as all his power was now in perfect order. The raw data of the Raven's Eye View was no longer mere sensing; it was predictive analysis. He could synthesize Obel Harth's structural engineering, Veridian's field tactics, and the Black Flock's omniscient data feed into a unified, absolute logic.
The final stage of his power was command. He tested the range of his new control: he lifted the broken fragments of the iron sword with a thought, instantly purifying the fragments and forming them into a handful of needle-sharp Obsidian Shards. He didn't just stop there he willed the shards back together not just fixing the sword but infusing obsidian into it not just material but the magic itself. This new blade was not just iron any longer but the first of many Obsidian fused weapons. Far more durable, far sharper and exuded a sense of fear to whomever faced its wielder. The creation was effortless, stable, and precise.
IV. Raven's Mark
Corvin handing this weapon back to Veridian was struck with a idea, something that would change how armies operated. If he could link with an entire Unkindness, there had to be way to apply that to the people under him. With the obsidian magic that is innately apart of him now and his inherent ability of Raven's he beckoned Veridian to come to him.
Corvin asking him: "Do you trust in me? In my Order?"
Veridian answered: "Without hesitation, i do, without I would not have had the will to escape like you did. And had you not come to Lithos I would still be in chains."
Corvin turned Veridian around placing three fingers on the back of his neck where nerves connect the brain to the rest of the body. Picturing in his mind the idea he wanted to impose onto reality, he focused obsidian into the point he was touching. At this time Veridian began to fill a cold sensation of dark order being etched onto his very skin. What was etched with Obsidian was a brand of a Raven, its wing spread out, its glowing a dark purple to show its arcane nature. Shadow swirling around the raven itself representing Corvin's dark will, runes etched into the feathers of the raven representing Order. With the branding complete Veridian felt a cold connection in his mind not a weak telepathic link but more primordial in nature. Corvin could feel a direct connection to Veridian.
Corvin: "Do you feel the presence of my Will?"
Veridian was shocked, the implications of this were shell shocking. He didn't just hear him he felt Corvin's very Will, the essence of Obsidian and Order. It was unfathomable, like a endless chasm.
Veridian: "I do my Lord"
Corvin could feel absolute loyalty behind those words, the branding doing more then just conveying words but also feeling. It did even more though, Veridian felt something else a subtle connection to the Unkindness he felt he could issue simple commands but could never override their Master. The branding also enable one more but extremely crucial affect it extended Corvin's Will to the immediate area of whom ever had the branding. A mobile conduit of Obsidian Will, the enemy would feel dread. One branding might not make a difference but an army? A legion?
With this essential piece of true Obsidian Will and Dark Order, Corvin Nyx had transitioned from a chaotic weapon into a disciplined, unassailable force and the Embodiment of Dark Obsidian Order.