Lind had found the locus long ago.
His wives were confused as to why he was not getting them out but he was studying the crystal lattice. Something about it tugged at his memory. It was like he had seen something somewhere that was similar to the style or foundational idea.
A Myriad Maze was not some niche item barely anyone understood, it was a common tactic for a reason. It was a nice adaptable artifact that could be as profound as the one who refined it.
Even for the Bastard, it was a perfect tool that was how simple it was to use. However, the wax was a lethal trap and it was so easy, it was likely replicated but Lind found that annoying.
Resources did not just drop from the sky. The crumbling holds had been raided, clearly, for what made up the building they were in as well as anything the Bastard had squirreled away in his storage treasures.
