I didn’t hesitate. The Harvester was retreating, and if I didn’t follow now, it would recover—or vanish for good.
Gray sand gave way under my feet as I ran, cracks ripping open just in time for me to jump them. The dimension was coming apart around me, reality fraying at the edges, but I pushed through, eyes fixed on the damaged shape dragging itself forward in the distance.
The entity moved deeper into the Wastes, heading toward a section that somehow remained stable despite everything collapsing around it. The tortured sky wasn't cracking there, the ground wasn't falling into void.
Whatever was keeping that area intact had to be important. Had to be the core the Harvester was running toward.
I picked up speed, my power flowing around me like armor. Debris rained down from the breakin
