The Black Dome.
It was a perfect, smooth hemisphere of utter darkness, so deep it seemed to swallow the light around it. It covered the entire high mountain pass.
Its edges cut a sharp, impossible line against the snow and rock. No details were visible on its surface. No texture, no reflection. Just a dome of darkness.
We walked the remaining distance to the ridge in silence. A simple stone and hide shelter marked the watch post. Two older barbarians nodded at Uru'en before turning back to their vigil. It seemed like they were used to her visit here.
'...Hmm. Never mind.'
From the cliff's edge, the full view was clear.
The dome dominated everything.
A menacing, dark aura pressed against my senses from this distance. My skin prickled. Looking into it was like staring into a starless night.
The pass was consumed, the other side blocked by the dome.
A reckless thought flickered through my mind: 'I could use Glacia Sinfonia. Fly high, go over the top.'
