Chapter 43: The Other half of the Floating planet
Julian cascaded on the floor like a sack of rocks. His breathing was hard and rough and as he summoned the helmet away, he looked at his surroundings.
Rehul was flat on the floor, breathing hard also.
Julian could see a small expanse of land, something so small he could run to the end of it.
The ground was cracked. Faint lines of light, neon blue and violet, ran through the surface like veins, glowing softly.
The sky?
Not a sky at all.
It was a massive, swirling void. Ink-black, with a cyclone of stars twisting far above, bleeding light in slow, spiraling motions. It looked fake, like the backdrop of a video game that glitched every few seconds. You couldn’t even tell if it was up or down.
In the distance, broken slabs of land floated midair. Some were spinning. Some drifted lazily like dead leaves in space. A few had chunks of what looked like shattered buildings, twisted towers, fallen bridges, a staircase that led to nothing.
And everything... everything... was floating.
Above.
Below.