Isaac moved.
Roots erupted from the ground beneath the falling Catastrophe, bursting through stone and soil as if the earth itself had been waiting for a command.
They twisted together mid-air, forming a vast platform directly under the Crimson Sky Wyrm.
No—platform was the wrong word.
It was a bed.
A massive, living cushion of roots, grown to match the creature's size.
The Wyrm slammed down onto it.
The impact still shook the land.
Shockwaves rippled outward, flattening everything in their path.
Before they could spread unchecked, more roots surged upward along the edges of the platform, rising like walls.
Thick, interwoven barriers formed in a rough ring around the impact zone.
Isaac gritted his teeth.
Mana drained from him at an alarming rate, but he didn't slow down.
He kept summoning more roots with thicker layers.
He reinforced the bed beneath the Wyrm while strengthening the walls meant to contain the shockwaves.
