The void sinkhole didn’t merely swallow rock. It drank the deepest shape of space.
Fifty miles wide and plunging into the pitch-black space-folding deep pit beneath the Jiuzhou Plane, the deep gap yawned directly beneath the main foundation anchor of the southern land-wide shelf.
Sixty billion tons of underground bedrock had vanished into the space-folding fault.
Now, the two-thousand-mile land-wide keel hung suspended in empty space like an unsupported second-floor balcony jutting over a cliff.
Cracks the width of city streets began tearing across the underside of the land-wide plate.
If the cantilever failed, the entire southern half of the mortal world would snap under its own dead weight. It plunged three empires and a hundred billion souls into the bottomless void.
Frank stood on the crumbling edge of the sinkhole, shining his halogen work light into the dark throat of the deep pit.
He held a six-foot folding wooden ruler in his left hand and a clean brass slump-test cone in his right.
