Countless thoughts rotated through his mind, but underneath all of them, one idea had been quietly taking shape since the Hallowed Voice had finished telling him about Ancestral Celestials and the vastness of the Lands of Stone.
He had enemies in every direction and few allies of the kind that would matter when those enemies came calling. Masamuk and The Noble Simba delegation was useful. Uncle Adam and Grandmother Essun were his. But when he thought about what lay ahead, about the Murderous Saint and the Demon Emperor and whatever sat above both of them on scales he was only beginning to understand, he found himself thinking about the one kind of resource that could change the weaving of any conflict.
Power on his side that nobody expected.
He was about to say something to the Hallowed Voice when his eyes moved to the door of the Sacred Hall.
