“Let the earth move,” Kaelen said. “Properly. For once.”
The crack pulsed. It bled light the color of a dying star. And from it dripped something: a creature made of contoured maps and broken compass needles. It had no face, only a swirling vortex of topography—valleys for eyes, mountain ranges for teeth. Et Geowizards Crack
Kaelen’s geode went dark. Dead. He tossed it into the new valley. “Let the earth move,” Kaelen said