When the Witness wielded the Light in the Pale Heart, it drew on faint memories of using the Traveler’s gifts before their civilisation unified. However, now the power wasn’t freely given, so every stroke of their chisel was accompanied by a wail. It cut away at the “raw material” in the Traveler until it exposed the Light inside and became entranced, slashing wildly. Its assistants trembled, and couldn’t see that the Witness was more serene than it had even been.