The shape came at him fast, faster than anything that vast should have been able to move, and Rohan met it the only way he knew how — head-on, spear first, every scrap of Molten Assimilation he had left poured into the hollow, unstable ground beneath both their feet.
The impact never landed the way he expected.
Instead, the ground itself gave way entirely, the thin, convincing shell Molten Assimilation had already weakened past its own breaking point, and the shape meant to contain him plunged straight through it, its vast, patient form fracturing into a thousand scattering fragments of static as the whole construct began, all at once, to collapse.
It's not stable. None of it was ever stable. I just needed to push hard enough to find the actual bottom of it.
