Lindon manifests his Icon

She raised Quickriver, pouring her madra into the binding. Whatever he was doing, he wasn’t an Archlord, so she could cut him in two.
Something intruded into her mind, and her senses blanked out. She saw, heard, and felt only whiteness and silence.
Sophara pushed the dream aura out of herself, but she saw Lindon beneath her, slamming a palm technique into her stomach. A Forged palm of pure madra overlaid his own, wiping out her spirit.
The Archlord technique around her weapon flickered and died. She looked into his eyes, which had transformed into blue crystal. He was the end of her every technique, and as she stared into that merciless gaze, she realized he was her end.
White fingers brushed across her, and the blue crystal faded to ordinary human black. He jumped back, suddenly looking brighter.
“That’s it! A bottomless pit, emptiness, endless…that’s it.” He pressed his fists together to her. “Gratitude.”
She snarled and ran at him.
“I am the end,” Lindon said.
Something trembled around her. Not the aura. He’d triggered something, but it wasn’t Overlord.

A few miles away from Sky’s Edge, someone had manifested another Icon. Fury? Had Fury really been sitting on not one, but two different sources of authority? No, he realized in a moment. Not Fury.

[Lindon…] Dross said. [You’re not an Overlord.]
A black hole swallowed the sky. Directly over Lindon’s head. The void wasn’t dangerous. It was a reflection of Lindon, linked to him somehow. Or he was linked to it. Lindon wasn’t exactly sure what he’d done. But he had his guess. Some things that were hidden before felt clearer now, as though his spiritual sense had evolved to another level.

Wintersteel (Cradle Book 8)