He didn't wait for her to descend. He extended one gauntleted hand toward the ceiling.
In an instant, the stone formation rose from the floor, manifesting in the shape of a massive, tectonic hand. The Earth Sovereign's authority sculpted the geometry with terrifying precision, following the grain and structural preference of the mineral with the ease of a master artist.
The fingers of compressed, hyperdense stone surged upward through the hole in the ceiling, punching through the subsequent levels in a rapid-fire succession of cracks, hunting Gorvasha as she began her descent.
She was coming back down, a storm of muscle and rage, a falling star of orcish fury.
The stone formation met her midair. The collision was geological in its magnitude.
The impact sent a secondary shockwave through the three levels between them, a violent shudder that carried the unmistakable signature of a system being forced to absorb two massive, opposing forces at a single point of contact.
