The deal was done, her business with Desire finished. Mercy drifted from the system; she had no reason to stick around. Surrounded by the dampening void, Mercy planned out her next moves. Two weeks—that was how much time she had to find four seeds. If not… She checked on her own seeds, a passing glance. She would likely have to forfeit them in the event of failure.
Stretching out her consciousness across the cosmere, Mercy glimpsed the status of the various seeds. Many had landed on planets upon the arrival of the supernova—nearly all of those that did were now being used by their governing Shard, to some extent. But those seeds—they were still floating free. Riding at the edge of the blast, trajectories set, no doubt, for further-out planets she had not yet noticed. There was a pair nearing a planet now. A planet that, when she turned her focus upon it, seemed to have powerful Invested beings on it already. The work of her fallen god? How curious. There were others, too, but she did not wish to miss an opportunity on the part of striving elsewhere. And so Mercy aimed for interception. With any amount of fortune, it would be an easy steal.