What was the second step of our plan?
Well, you see, this whole ruined site — even this plaza — had been built atop a network of abandoned tunnels and crumbling sewer lines that had long since decayed into makeshift dungeons.
Which meant that many parts of the ground beneath us were conveniently hollow and inconveniently unstable.
I didn't have enough Essence left to transmute a wide section of earth and make a proper sinkhole right beneath the giant's feet. Not anymore. Not after all the stone hands I'd conjured earlier.
But simply creating a wide crack?
A well-timed fracture in just the right place?
That, I could easily manage.
I stepped forward and willed the matter to obey.
The earth responded with a low groan just as the cyclops lifted one of its colossal feet.
Timing had to be perfect.
And for once — it was.
The moment the giant's weight shifted forward, the stone under its planted leg shattered like thin ice under pressure.
