William's gaze snapped away from the descending funnel, his eyes scanning the horizon of the Medium World with a cold, analytical gaze. He knew he was looking at an automated defence system, a world-scale white blood cell reacting to his presence. To anyone else, the storm was a sign to retreat; to William, it was a tool that identified the world.
"The only way to break a world like this," William murmured, his voice barely audible over the rising howl of the wind, "is to push it past the point of no return. We have to press harder and risk more. We have to force the world to deploy so many stabilisation measures that the very energy meant to restore balance becomes the force that shatters the core."
