Damian's Mana moved out from his beast form and pressed downward through the cloud layer.
It found stone in the Threshold Lands below and went to work. Broad flat steps rose from the ground in sections, each one locking into the one beneath it, dark rock climbing through the clouds in a spiral that wound upward toward the underside of the floating Cradle!
It felt like a long process...and also short, and yet it was working rapidly as stones overlapped ln each other!
Wide enough for a Noble Simba in full Sovereign Transformation. It reached the Cradle's edge in under a minute and connected.
HUUM!
Masamuk stared at it.
Uncle Adam stood beside him and also stared at it.
"He..." Masamuk said.
"He made stairs!" Uncle Adam confirmed.
Grandmother Essun walked to the edge of the Cradle and looked down. She turned back. She gestured at the World Trees and the Spring of First Waters and the thousands of people behind her as she truly had no words!
