So Harran did what Earth Piercers were made to do. He placed his palm on the living rock. He sang the mantra not as a shout, but as a whisper: “Break not the earth. Pierce the lie.”
“I’m going down,” he said.
And then the vision swallowed him. He was standing on a cliff that no longer existed, in a time when the Song of the world was still untarnished. Before the depths rose. Before the greys. He wore not his own body, but that of a giant—a Deepwoken of impossible attunement, his flesh woven with stone and root. His name was Harran the Sunderer . deepwoken earth piercer