The Warden didn't charge; he simply exhaled, and the ground beneath Aden's feet buckled. The tectonic frequency of the massive axe rippled through the iron-rich soil, turning the solid path into a churning sea of jagged shale.
Aden adjusted his center of gravity, his boots vibrating at a counter-frequency that kept him buoyant atop the shifting earth. He didn't look at the Warden's weapon; he looked at the Warden's feet. The man was anchored to the Ridge, drawing his strength directly from the magnetic ley lines of the mountain.
"You are a part of the stone," Aden observed, his voice cutting through the grinding noise of the earth. "Which means you feel everything the stone feels."
Aden blurred forward.
He didn't swing for a lethal blow. He struck the ground three feet in front of the Warden.
*Harmonic Law: Feedback Loop.*
