Lindon helps the world patch a hole

The Titan was about to push past Malice.
When it did, it was going to come here, and it was going to tear open space and bring something from the other side. Unless someone healed the cracks.
[There should be no other Dreadgods close enough to summon in this way,] Dross said. [Unless one of them has outwitted us with a nefarious scheme.]
What else could it be? Lindon asked, even as he focused on the cracks.
Dross relished the bad news. [The other possibilities are even worse. Maybe we’ll see our friend in the bone armor again.]
Panic supplemented Lindon’s will.
“Close!” he commanded.
As he’d seen in Ghostwater, the world fought against wounds like these, and the real world was far stronger than a Monarch’s pocket space. Otherwise, repairing such damage would be far beyond him, even if manipulating these empty spaces fell under his authority as the Void Sage.
But with the world itself on his side, the cracks began to close. Lindon’s focus trembled, and his eyes blurred. Even with assistance, this was an exhausting working beyond anything he’d ever done, except maybe claiming the labyrinth for the first time.
The smaller cracks disappeared and the larger ones thinned. Though Lindon’s vision darkened by the second, he was doing it.

Dreadgod (Cradle Book 11)