A chisel struck with a satisfying ring of metal on treated stone, carving another groove into the surface. Elua rarely got completely tired of the sound. After a few millennia of being able to form sigils without the hassle of hand tools, it was satisfying to work them *slower* like this - and even if she wanted to do things faster, being a Breacher in her essence accumulation didn't afford her much more ability to use its *raw* form than she'd always had.
'A Lower Realm field is simply not meant to hold onto any of it at all. A speck of the stuff is still pretty much the theoretical limit. Maybe I need less focus now to achieve it.'
Madrigil had offered to help her project around the arrival zone, but been banished to the mansion after his third attempt to ask silly questions. Like… what did it do, how dangerous it was, and if she intended to blast a hole in the Astral Exclave's 'roof' and kill everyone. Not that he seemed scared of the last one so much.
