Deepwoken Earth Piercer -

“You idiot,” she hissed. “What did it show you?”

Kaelen, a fresh-faced Deepwoken who had only survived three dives into the Depths, stared at it. He’d heard the legends. Every diver had. The Earth Piercer wasn’t just a weapon or a mantra. It was a judgment .

“I’m going down,” he said.

“Don’t touch it,” grunted an old Diver named Soryn, her left arm replaced by a shifting mass of crystallized pyre keeper shards. “That thing’s older than the Lighthouses. It fell from the sky during the Second Tide, when the Drowned God turned over in his sleep. They say it was driven into the world’s collarbone.”

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.” deepwoken earth piercer

The rain over the Etris Docks never fell straight. It whipped sideways, stinging like salt-flung needles, and beneath the creaking hulls of galleons, a crowd had gathered. Not for fish. Not for a hanging. For a grave.

The ground didn’t shake. It focused . A single spike of obsidian and compacted time erupted from the fault line, clean as a spear, and traveled seven miles underground. It emerged directly beneath the Church’s hidden basilica. Not a soul died. But the basilica—every vault, every relic, every contract written in sinner’s ink—sank into the crust, folded like paper, and was never found again. “You idiot,” she hissed

“The truth about the Mantra of Piercing,” he whispered. “It’s not for killing. It’s for exposing .”