Chris Pitt ripped his hands downward and screamed a string of curses into the swirling dust. The absolute spatial authority anchoring millions of tons of bedrock collapsed entirely. The inverted valley plummeted back toward the planetary crust at terrifying speeds.
Six hundred thousand soldiers and the massive interconnected stone web entered a catastrophic freefall. Boulders the size of fortresses crashed against one another while the pulverizing sandstorm engulfed the descending army.
'If we hit solid rock, the entire Vanguard dies,' Iron-Scale calculated.
He braced his boots against the plummeting network of stone and unleashed the full capacity of his emerald core. Colossal updrafts roared directly beneath the falling troops to fight the terminal velocity of the tethered web.
