Kali followed the pulse back toward the bronze ring.
There was little point in killing the creature, even assuming she could manage it. Pieces of this realm were already falling apart under their own weight.
All the formation achieved by putting them back together was to make their next fall more violent. And it was running out of places from which to draw the strength to do even that.
She looked down. Between the two halves of the moon, the molten silver had grown so bright that the broken cities cast shadows across one another.
She had a fair idea of what would happen when the formation tried to take more than the moon had left.
Unfortunately, the bronze ring stood on the only island with a stretch of intact ground, and she rather liked having somewhere to put her feet.
Getting back across the bridge proved considerably harder than leaving it.
