Adam managed to find the remaining nodes with ease.
The Elder Gods had buried their reach deep within the lowest folds of the broken pocket, threading their power in thin, fragile veins that snaked toward the sleeping hunger. Theirs had been a haphazard, desperate job, and they knew it. Knew that he was coming. They did not have the luxury of time, and he did not give them the courtesy of finishing their preparations.
Creation force ran through the first node before Kael managed to reinforce it fully, and the line snapped with a sound like tearing stone. A jet of raw backlash flared outward in the space between realities, and one of the remaining ancients threw itself desperately at the strand in an effort to hold it together, only to be unmade by the force of its own power, its light dissipating into the void in broken, unfocused pulses.
