"Here we are," Albedo muttered, standing on the edge of a jagged cliff. It was late into the second day already, and him an Ember had spent all day battling various monsters, dodging chaotic mana storms and moving forward.
The wind around them moved in a strange rhythm, like it was alive and breathing, it howled in and out of the ravine ahead of them.
Ember stood beside him, not moving, her eyes were locked forward, ears twitching as she was wary of any potential attacks.
Before the two of them stretched a vast chasm, not carved by nature, but by something older.
The cliff fell into a spiraling descent of floating boulders and splintered walkways, half-real, half-illusion.
Below them were clouds that churned in colors that defied reason, violet, storm-silver, black, and pulses of neon. Lightning crackled through the mist at the same time.
