Rex stood on the jagged edge of the surface, just outside Aethelgard's lower perimeter, looking up at the floating titan. He didn't just see the island; he felt it.
Through the Earthen Authority, the island wasn't a distant object; it was a living, breathing geological organism, and he was currently reaching into its very marrow.
The authority's passive awareness began its work the instant he made contact. Within thirty seconds, a flood of data surged through his mind: the compressed stone mineral substrate, the ancient, divine architecture that had defied gravity for eight centuries to keep this mass suspended above the Convergence Waters.
It was a masterpiece of celestial engineering, and Rex was already finding the seams.
A shimmer of displaced air announced Lilith's arrival. She landed beside him three seconds after he did, the residual light of her teleportation fading like a dying star.
