Cor destroys.
But he has a really good reason.
He destroys, and he moves.
Cor destroys.
But he has a really good reason.
He destroys, and he moves.
"It might not be! Experimenting in this direction could easily get the 'whoops, no, try again now without half your leg' result of trying to destroy a nonthing."
Cor chuckles. "So, my spell is probably possible to repurpose into just sending objects, but it's not like that now, all experimentation carries risks, and the information needs to get home. Do you wanna check out my planet or should I go, presumably soon to return?"
Cor checks and refreshes all his ash markings. Carefully moistens his fingers and wipes off dried blood. Nicks the inside of his elbow, produces a sponge, collects what he needs, and refreshes the blood markings.
He checks himself over, and then before the blood has a chance to dry, consults his little bit of notepaper from his little bag and reads in a low voice, something about destroying things.
And then he disappears.
Huh.
Tias flies away a bit, so that Cor won't come back to the middle of an earthquake, and experiments with making mountains. Turns out he can totally do that. It's - weirdly easy, actually, to work at that kind of scale; the difference between scooting hills and raising mountains is more like a shift in perspective than like an increase in effort.
By that time, the scooted hill and little mountain and miniature forest are surrounded by fields of grass and wildflowers, and there's a mountain range nearby that wasn't there before, lightly forested and attended by an entourage of soft white clouds.
A distant winged figure emerges from the clouds, spots him, and glides down for a landing.
"Hi! I made mountains!"
"How far out have you been working, is it just what I can see or would there be a heck of a view from uphill?"