The Blight recoiled, hissing. For the first time, it seemed not hungry, but afraid .
It would have to do.
So Kaelen gave the Blight his memory of the first sunrise he’d seen after surviving the war that had killed his family. He gave it the sound of his little sister’s laugh. He gave it the terrible, beautiful ache of missing someone so much it felt like dying. Trainer The Genesis Order
The Sphragis wasn’t a weapon. It was a womb . A Genesis Trainer’s art was to take the raw, howling potential of the chaotic flux—the stuff the Blight created as it unmade things—and train it into new, stable realities. The Blight recoiled, hissing
He looked at the vast, consuming sky.