Stood for a thousand years and standing still.
Though, uh, maybe, uhm, maybe we don't go inside. It doesn't seem structurally . . .sound.
And it might even--
With an enormous keening sound like the snap of continents across the knees of leviathans, the staggering enormity of the wrack crystal that has grown from the side of the old tower snaps down the middle. The sound lingers in the air for a long, long while, somehow heard without being a sound in any tradtional sense. You felt that in your bones.
Somewhere far further, a thing that was once a man and is now a killer twitches - briefly - discordant reverberations echoing off of its crystalline perfection and it stumbles in half a step that would have killed a trooper and swings new compound crystal eyes away from the carnage and to the enormous broken crystal north it was protecting from our percieved predations.
Caedo shrugs. Phridon coughs a little and goes for a water skin. Icarus looks around. Checks for any lingering exposure. But no. The sixtuple ward contained any cracking, the kinetic energy displaced harmlessly and the shower of smaller fragments thrown about by brick and collapse have peterred. No one's even all that hurt.
You'd almost call that -exceptionally fortunate-, if one was the kind of person who believed in luck.
Wonder if cracking the Wrackcore in two and preventing it from being shattered into the air had odd, unintended side-effects?
>>6117108>>6116896>>6117150A keening noise like the snapping of continents across a leviathans knee rolls across the beleaguered Company and the monster that is murdering you all stumbles for one singular moment - a brief, all too short opening of vulnerability . . .
Perhaps it will be enough.
