I thought of the spell I’d used to trap Alpha Chandler. Roots were strong, like a bridge. I whispered the spell to myself.

The ground trembled.

The Norwind survivors started to panic, crying out in fear and backing away from the cliff.

I held my arms out, willing roots to grow.

They shot out of the ground under my feet and spread across the giant crevasse. When they connected with the other side, the roots buried themselves in ...