Leaving the Corridor, Damien and his crew soon made their way to the Black bridge, as right now although curious about what was going on, Damien still wanted to find his parents as soon as possible
With every extra second spent, his worry went up, adding to the fact that the continent on the surface was in a state of constant turmoil, abyss politics was the least on his mind.
Fortunately, the black Bridge wasn't too far of a journey
"Oh? It's quite the sight to see" said Damien as he made his way over
The Black Bridge was less of a bridge and more of a scar stretched across an open wound.
Spanning a mile-wide chasm filled with bubbling, sulfurous magma, the structure was a marvel of brutalist engineering.
Thick iron cables anchored it to the obsidian cliffs, and the roadway was wide enough for ten carriages to ride abreast.
But right now, nothing was moving.
The Iron-Blood Clan had turned the far side of the bridge into a fortress.
