I closed my eyes and let the abyss core finish its work.
The last threads of laws were pulled in, broken down, refined, and fed into the deeper structure of my Dawn Core. The violent hunger faded, replaced by a deep, steady pull, like a tide finally settling after a storm.
Then the Dawn Core changed.
It was not sudden. It was inevitable.
Within me, that inner world of void stirred. Islands that had been floating in silent balance began to shift. Essence currents changed direction. The distant hum that always existed there deepened, becoming heavier, more grounded.
A new island was forming.
Matter condensed out of nothing, pulled together by a principle that did not yet exist in my domain a few moments ago. The island grew slowly at first, then stabilized, its surface smooth and dark, etched with faint lines that glowed silver.
At its center, the ground cracked.
A volcano rose.
It was not fire or lava that surged within it. It was sealing.
