Replaced by His First Love
I funneled the kinetic energy of the orbital strikes they had dropped on me, the rage of the river, and the weight of the stone into the soil.
The gray slush and mud of the camp shivered, then darkened. Limestone, granite, and ice were rewritten. They drank the gold static and hardened into black-gold rock.
Golden Basalt.
Huge, jagged towers of the indestructible stone thrust upward from the perimeter, enclosing the entire mountain range in a ring of massive, needle-sharp spires.
The courtyard was no longer a junkyard of containers. It was a fortress of gold-veined obsidian, the walls ten feet thick and humming with the subsonic heartbeat of my own core.