But Arvus was already fading. The crack in the Forge had sealed behind him, and the Veil of Unformed Light was calling him back to his duty. Yet as he drifted away, he left behind a single gift: a new constellation, burned into the edge of their sky. Seven stars in the shape of an open hand.
The silver cities blazed. The oceans glittered. And the people—the fragile, calcium-and-water people—stepped out onto their balconies and wept. starmaker arvus
Arvus extended his perception through the crack. There: a small, yellowish star, already guttering like a candle in a storm. And orbiting it, a single world of silver cities and silent oceans. The people were fragile things of calcium and water, but their minds burned with a fierce, beautiful terror. But Arvus was already fading
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