[ He leads them through the doorway and they descend a gentle slope to the bowels of the Words of Lahabrea. The interior is brightly lit - and not at all decrepit or on fire like it had been in his recreation, where his final memory of it had been the wreckage following Archaeotania's escape. ]

Correct. But I was considered a powerful mage nonetheless. Given a concept matrix, I could reproduce most works without significant effort. I simply did not have the flexibility of mind or the finesse to devise new ones worthy of inclusion in the wider world. Meanwhile, others such as Hythlodaeus would have required outside assistance to create creatures beyond a certain scale.

[ The first thing they both encounter at the bottom of the slope is a display featuring some ancient (well, MORE ancient) artefacts and a metal casting of a rearing horse. Images of the 'Bombs' are off to the side: a rotund thing that resembles a floating cauldron, sans feet. ]