Nox worked.
For a length of time that had no meaning in the timeless space of the Nexus, he poured his entire being into the barren rock floating before him. He was no longer just a king or an emperor; he was a creator, an artist, and the raw stuff of reality was his medium.
He started with the foundations. He remembered the feel of the earth under his feet, the hard-packed dirt of the Proving Ground, the soft loam of the Ashen Glade. He reached into his own core, into the fragment of the dead god, and pulled out not just power, but a concept: stability. He wove threads of void energy deep into the planet's core, creating a gravitational anchor that was both absolute and gentle. The planet settled, its spin becoming a slow, steady, predictable rhythm.
