In the waning hours before the ink could dry, word came like a dark rider on the road: Slant Industries could bear its name no longer, for ancient laws of mark and seal had been stirred. What followed was a hurried council, a scrambling of parchment and purpose, yet from the chaos rose a fairer thing. Drawing from the deep wells of his own legendarium, he spoke a name long hidden in his tales—Elsaither—a word not found on any map of this world, yet rich with meaning. In his stories, Elsaither is the unseen breath that guides, strengthens, and stirs hearts toward what is good and true; a quiet power moving behind the veil, much as the Holy Spirit moves within our own reality. Thus, what began as a last-minute necessity became a naming of destiny, and the company set forth anew, no longer merely forged by industry, but carried by spirit.