Corn looked at the small lead statuette, a figurine he had from his time as a kid. It was set on the bench of the workshop in the Athenaum. With the wedding approaching, it has been some time since Corn managed to find a few hours to himself to put his thoughts in order, search the meaning of his recent dreams and his progressively more restless awakened soul. He knew his connection with the Watchtower was getting stronger. His understanding on how to superimpose the supernal reality and force his will in this world was raising. He had taken the steps to speed up the process, he had done his studies and he had meditated to prepare his soul, but all these were like tending a garden, not building a house. Plant-life would grow on the garden with or without a gardener. The presence and the effort of the gardener simply made the results more desirable and guided them towards a certain outcome.
When Maria left for her trip and Corn had the time to examine his past and look through his soul he was both excited and frightened by what he found there.

It was time. After years of growth, it was time.
Corn instinctively knew that this test was needless, he knew it down to his soul. But the mind wants to see, put the finger in the print of the nails.
Words in the language of the Atlantean mages filled the Athenaum as Corn clutched his leaden pendant on one hand, strengthening his connection with the Watch tower of the Lead Coin and holding the tiny miniature in the other.

7 successes

As Corn's imago took hold Corn open his left arm and smiled.
The tiny musketeer miniature was now solid gold.