Lu Chen launched from the iron-hard metal threshold with the force of a siege cannon.
CRACK.
The dark rock shelf behind him groaned as sixty tons of reactive downward driving force blasted the rock into powdery shingle.
He crossed eighty paces of empty void in a heartbeat.
His iron boots hammered into the surface of the first drifting mantle slab. A jagged raft of tightly packed green olivine half the size of a county square.
The impact jarred through his ankles and knees. The slab wobbled wildly in the zero-gravity air, listing thirty degrees into the dark deep pit before settling.
Then, five miles ahead, the world broke.
The level slit in the center of the World Core tore wide open.
