Beyza recognizes his voice. She had died the last time she heard it, the last time it had summoned her, and yet it inspires no fear. It enhances the current of excitement that had been coursing through her since the changes to Pangea had taken hold. That death had been a catalyst for her to discover more about her magic, more about herself, and the thing growing inside of her, the piece of that other world that had hitched a ride, feels like it is humming.
But it is not about that day that this dark god arrives. She considers the request for a short moment before finding her way to one of the pieces of Pangea that it had hurt her so much to lose. The cliff where she had lost Caledonia, the cliff where she had brought her sister and Anaxarete's daughter back to life - the first real pulse of magic that had ever thrummed through her. Not just a trick but something real.
And since she had already begun to repay the debt she owed to Death, to Jamie, she sees no harm in not reminiscing fondly about that day.
This is part of Pangea that has changed - the cliff face turned into boulders. She teleports to the base and needs to use her magic to find what she seeks. Pebbles still imbued in the radioactive blood of Anomaly wiggle out from between the boulders. She can feel the toxicity of this blood now more than she had that day in their youth and instead of holding the pebbles in her mouth they orbit around her head like a halo as she finds her way to where the other residents have gathered.
Beyza is fascinated by the assortment of gifts already provided - including a leg and an eye - and sends forth the radioactive pebbles to settle among the other artifacts. She lingers, intensely curious - both about Pangea's creator and the ritual itself.
