The return journey to Jin's family estate was conducted in thoughtful silence. The Ashbluff private aircraft cut through the evening sky while I stared out the window, my mind churning through possibilities that seemed to multiply with each passing minute. The Ebony Tower's material archives had fundamentally changed my understanding of what was achievable, and now I faced the daunting task of choosing what to create.
This would be my final necromantic summon. The weight of that decision pressed against my consciousness like a physical thing.
'You're overthinking this,' Luna observed, her mental voice carrying that familiar tone of patient exasperation. 'You always do your best work when you follow your instincts rather than getting lost in theoretical possibilities.'
"Easy for you to say," I muttered under my breath. "You're not the one who has to live with the consequences."
