The Caelith was falling wide, its burning mass on a course that would plow it into the ruined south a hundred miles clear of the arm, and a hundred miles was as good as a thousand when your target was an arm of a demon god.
So, the crazy calculation in my head was how I was going to move thirty kilometers of falling celestail stone moving at many times the speed of sound towards a moving target a hundred miles away.
I know, I know, it sounded crazy, but with my new Sovereign Tier skill, the way I perceived the world was changing, and what I deemed to be impossible before was opening itself before me.
The distance was not truly far when the scale of everything was placed in perspective; I mean… the single arm could be measured in miles, a literal moving mountain, and to hit it, then I had to turn this falling Caelith a few degrees and let the fall do the rest.
