Alias did not stay by the edge of the salt flats. He knew he could not close the massive rift before him, because his structural awareness told him that this crack was merely a symptom.
The void had penetrated the lower foundations of the earth. If he spent his time trying to sew this single opening shut, a dozen more would tear open behind his back.
He needed to see what these things did. Of course, it could not be any good given how ominous they were, but what would happen when these creatures encountered human settlements?
He needed to find out.
Alias shifted his weight, dropping through the layout of the world, and reappeared on the muddy ridge overlooking the eastern valley.
The heavy rain he had called down only an hour prior was still falling, but the joy of the villagers had turned into a slaughter.
