As they stepped forward, their eyes widened.
Floating rocks stretched ahead of them, and beneath those rocks was nothing but darkness. A black abyss swallowed the light. No bottom. No echo.
All three swallowed at the same time.
They understood without anyone saying it.
If you fall… you don't come back.
Ezra stepped closer to the edge. He crouched and flicked a small clump of sand into the void.
They waited.
No sound returned.
The space was no longer a narrow tunnel. It opened wide like the inside of a hollow mountain. Dozens of rocks floated slowly, drifting left and right in no clear pattern. Wind moved through the chamber unevenly. It wasn't steady. It shifted; left, right, and upward.
The walls were filled with holes.
Ezra could feel the breeze brushing past his face, sometimes soft, sometimes sharp.
Aliya crossed her arms unconsciously.
"This place…" she muttered.
Lime rubbed the back of his neck.
"This is worse than the lava."
