'Focus.'
Atticus bit the inside of his cheek, stopping himself from getting swept away in his emotions. Still, he had found no holes in anything Asmerion had said.
In fact, he was beginning to believe him. Then he remembered everything his mother had told him. None of them could truly comprehend what went through the minds of Primordials.
"My child."
Atticus emerged from his thoughts to find the Primordial Star watching him.
"I understand this is a great deal to take in. Unfortunately, the universe has chosen a rather inconvenient moment for reflection. Vaelos and Elysion are on the verge of a breakthrough. We need Solvath revived as quickly as possible."
"…How?"
"You currently possess seventy percent of the fragments. The remaining thirty lies elsewhere."
Asmerion raised a hand. An image shimmered into existence above the table. A sprawling metropolis stretched into view, built among a vast mountain range.
"The Elysion Sanctum."
