For 388, setting: Zones
80. Cracks
It's on purpose. Bagramon is well aware of the necessary steps to reforge the world in the image he desires. He studied Yggdrasil's tree for centuries after all.
He did not expect for it to hurt. His arm of tree bone cracks and groans under the weight of the universe. It almost seems like it would be easier to hold it in his palm.
The zones scatter into a small sky and he raises his army to collect them.
This is necessary, he tells himself. It is needed, even, for his dream.
But having to gather the world back together is delaying the inevitable. Hopefully his world will fall into line.
If not, he has his ways.