The western bridge bent above a dead ravine, its white roots stretched between two cliffs while the city pressure pushed every strand toward the gap.
Eirwen stood on the near ledge with one hand against the soil, and the twelve Shards above her shoulders shifted whenever another root split.
Juna held position above the bridge with two Wings open. "The first span is still carrying the carts, though the far side is losing its anchor."
Eirwen replied to her without once turning her raised head. "Keep the upper air clear, because I need the bridge to remember weight while I give it living ground to hold."
Hajin's voice reached them through the relay from the eastern road. "The refugees are moving, and I cannot reach the ravine before the next heart update."
Eirwen answered him right there with a claim of ground. "Then keep the eastern people moving, and let this road become ours for the time it takes to cross."
