Deepwoken Earth | Piercer !link!

The ground didn’t shake. It focused . A single spike of obsidian and compacted time erupted from the fault line, clean as a spear, and traveled seven miles underground. It emerged directly beneath the Church’s hidden basilica. Not a soul died. But the basilica—every vault, every relic, every contract written in sinner’s ink—sank into the crust, folded like paper, and was never found again.

The rain over the Etris Docks never fell straight. It whipped sideways, stinging like salt-flung needles, and beneath the creaking hulls of galleons, a crowd had gathered. Not for fish. Not for a hanging. For a grave. deepwoken earth piercer

Soryn laughed—a hollow, wet sound. “Boy, the Depths are kinder than what you’ll find down there. The Church’s ghosts don’t forgive.” The ground didn’t shake

At the center of the slick cobblestones lay a fragment of a monument—a broken slab of dark stone, carved with a single, unmistakable symbol: a downward spike piercing three concentric rings. The mark of the Earth Piercer . It emerged directly beneath the Church’s hidden basilica

Kaelen knelt anyway, running a gloved finger over the cold stone. A pulse answered him. Not magic— memory .

“You idiot,” she hissed. “What did it show you?”

But Harran saw the truth. The Church didn’t want the breach sealed. They wanted it directed —aimed like a cannon at the city of Celtor, to wipe out a political rival.