Into the breach?
The Wen followed dutifully as Dicta required it for conduits as Crane went to the volcano. Then it watched her she in turn watched the volcano for a moment. The conflict in dicta began when the conduit leapt into the volcano. While it was bound to allow humankind to kill humankind its native dicta read also to protect the Conduit from damage. Death by immolation most certainly qualified even overly robust mind. Several copies of its own mind debated what it should do about this. It had to allow her to die and it could not allow the conduit to perish. An outsider identity suggested a solution which the slow movement of little available time forced it to accept. If the body must perish the conduit must be prevented from dissolution. The conduit could be preserved.
The owlbear threw its torso downward shattering the rim with the force of its leap toward the conduit. It could feel the body burning away from here the latent image inside its mind screaming about perturbations of the outside person plummeting into lava the objects bound dissolving their tether subsumed into the conduit. As it watched the energetic destruction take over at the mouth of the volcano releasing violent energies the iridescent maw opened wide burning hot toward the melting body around the conduit. Like a missile it targeted the burning star of a conduit energy of the volcano flowing through her and the orbiting objects to affix a new sun inside that endless star field. The storage sufficient to contain a body and all its attendant artifacts utterly destroyed to hold the conduit's shifting starby the expansion as it the Wen adapted.
As the last of the volcano's heart drained in behind the star the Wen's robust if burning frame sent out an urgent beacon. A plea for Myrkul's Vein to recall it and the conduit at all cost. A noisy note of immolating thought that given a moment of attendant notice shooting a gate across the multiverse it answered. Myrkul's Vein shifted the bit of the plane that the Wen occupied in whole into the rekindling vessel below Adolefactus. He set the subbing to rebuild the conduit or shape its healing as the Overbeing couldn't quite see what the shifting light inside represented only at range to quantify the change as progressive damage.
Holding the line
Adolefactus never was far from the Altar. It was one of the perks of having other bodies. His others largely set to tasks of operating the minutiae of the altar or redesigning Jinhai moving through it. Then Myrkul interrupted his freshly tuned altar for an incoming gated Wen who clearly could barely contain whoever it was trying to bring back. What joy. He hurried across the floor of the altar to his position on the control plate connected to the nodes and vessel beneath it. Myrkul's altar took the hit when the incoming psychoportation with nothing but a light shudder but he could feel the maelstrom creak. He shaped the conduit through the Wen stabilizing its formation and protecting it from the bonds of Aetherkind that tried so abnormally hard to chain it down. There were few places where Aetherkind had less control than the inside of Myrkul's Vein and the darkest shadow to them the inside of its altar.
Time dilated for him and the conduit as he shaped it and it took the roll of several years before either of them emerged into normal time. His attention was long but it felt like trying to keep mountain from falling apart while it wore itself into a statue as foreign armies tried to invade it. He was glad when the Wen finally could be prised off the stable conduit and take its physical form though he'd made changes to its interior to accommodate the strange modus the conduit attempted to lay upon it. The Wen was nearly a quarter more massive now and it was all ferromass. The damned free rotating parts were the hardest to shape as he'd ended up bathing the entire heart compartment and most of the under parts in a telekinetic mire for internal support and gave it a small psi-factory to take the inevitable wear.
Something in its makeup changed the conduit reaction chamber but he didn't know what to make of it. The painted technological Wen he thought rather hideous doted on her rather closely. It still clearly fulfilled its duty and had a place in the Almanac under Myrkul's ken so he didn't see much point to argue.
Just out of the garage
The powder-painted Wen bent down making chirps and dings of cut-off warning alarms and bongs from vehicles Crane impressed upon its modus. While they weren't all from the same model the chirping would likely make perfect sense to Crane at least eventually. Its mind was very much larger than it once was but still fairly simple. It wasn't an animalistic intellect anymore.
The speaking if she understood it likely had the cadence of a voice you'd hear from a talking vehicle, "Are you intact, Crane? Please ensure you are in gear before accelerating."
The walls are eyes and ears
Myrkul's attention came by direct emergence of swirling eyes from the ceiling. It observed the new arrival as being of scale categorizing a new creature for the Almanac. It found an alarming characteristic and momentarily considered hostility with a red flare from behind the walls. It then decided the Living Emperor's dicta applied even to Aetherkind as it did to Odona and considered the Aetherkind more closely. The awareness found a curious lack of the bonds that tethered beings to Aetherius and the combined will of the heavens. A curious creature that lacked the cause for the Fallen Emperor's ire against Ao. Thus, it decided that it currently it had no immediate cause against the Aetherkind as with the Aetherkind Odona.
The room echoed with Myrkul's voice channeled firmly. The giant cloaked statue turned its head Myrkul mustering an individuality for a moment thus a voice of its own. Mostly to look upon the newcomer as a show of force against hostile Aetherkind. Its voice was a strong tone still instinctively perturbed at Aetherkind allowed in this important place, "We are made aware of your name, Aetherkind Crane. What is still Wen vouches for your conduct. The Living Emperor's Dicta requires us to give a neutral eye toward the unknown. We see no bonds of Aetherius upon you, Diety. Your will is your own so we permit you in this place but be warned. Deities have fallen in the black storm. To me. Their souls imprisoned in the halls atop my Wellspring around you."