Move forward along the tundra, always forward.
As the moss scattered on the surface gradually thinned, and rocks increased, the tundra extending to the end suddenly interrupted, cut like by a blade, transforming into a grim Broken Cliff.
The Three-headed Saw-toothed Tiger followed Chen Zhou and stopped at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the distant dark forest.
The sky grew darker, the fierce wind surged past below the cliff, occasionally lifting stones which fell silently to the bottom, instinctively inciting fear.
...
"How do we get down?"
Paul asked, peering over the other side of the cliff, hoping to find a less steep cliff face.
"Stop looking, within at least a dozen kilometers there are no gentle slopes, to be safe you'd have to take a long detour, we must descend from here."
As he spoke, Chen Zhou threw the stripped deer hide on the ground and took out his knife.
