Felwinter started to trace out the general path, where he recalled the starting point to roughly be, and outlined the rough shape of where things supposedly lay. It was not a trip to be carving through carelessly, not when everything looked almost deceptively level rather than reveal just how low things gradually sunk.

As tempting as it was to lob a Nova Bomb down into the center of it, he wasn't sure how well the old stones would withstand it. He seemed to sigh, lifting a hand then. Back to the Devourer, then.

"I'll be right back," he said, leaping high into the air, coat aflutter, drifting almost gracefully towards the center of the depression. As he descended he held one hand out, violet light growing in the palm of his hand before twisting in an inversion at its core. Before it could grow any further, he squeezed his fingers around it, the motion seeming to force the building power into his hand itself as it absorbed, coalescing in a faint glow around it.