Yousei Akki
Ling did not move from his kneeling position on the floor as the darkness changed the plain stone into a work of dark beauty. His ever waving antenna 'showing' him the details as they were carved out. Every second was something miraculous to 'witness'. Each detail noticed by his way of seeing, likely appreciated by him more than the average pockettu. The soft musical sounds of both the stones in the ceiling and the one he had brought here, calmed him and he felt similar to how he had when Darkness had 'shown' Ling his heart. He remained still and reverent as the tower finished completion and the stone compressed and became a magnificent staff. As the presence of his lord faded, but not disappeared, he finally moved. Closing his clawed hand around the staff, he felt more alive than he had in years. He had a purpose, determination, and more deep, silky darkness than he had ever dreamed he could enjoy. Rising to his bare feet his stood proud, holding the staff proudly. He was ready to fulfill his duty to protect this entrance to Umbra. "One will make you proud." He said firmly, knowing his god could hear him.
