Chapter 87: Broken Sky Expanse
Damon had continued moving, now standing on the edge of a floating platform. The further into the Broken Sky Expanse Damon walked, the more erratic the space was.
The floating platforms would hurriedly shift and warp without warning, light is constantly distorted and gravity would be shifted in unexpected ways. He was constantly moving higher and higher, and at this point, he was above the clouds.
Beneath him? Nothing.
Once he ascended above the clouds, all he could see was a pulsing haze where gravity inverted and space folded, where falling meant being crushed, unraveled, or sent adrift into dimensional seams from which even souls couldn’t return.
Damon crouched, the violet-threaded crystal from Syllana pulsing faintly in his pouch. It aligned with the faintest veins of stable energy that threaded through the sky like spider silk, mapping a barely-navigable route forward.
He leapt.
Wind screamed past him as he twisted mid-air, landing with precision on the next floating slab of terrain. It dipped, then stabilized as he quickly affirmed himself.
He didn’t hesitate. One after the next. Patiently but skillfully jumping across terrain.
He had to make sure his timing was right as well, following the crystal from Syllana, because if he jumped at the wrong time and the platform’s shifted, then there’d be nothing stopping him from falling into that destructive zone beneath him.
Combined with his spacial understanding and the crystal, he was able to consistently walk across the path.
The only sound he heard was the sound of roaring winds as he was high in the sky. He leapt and landed on another platform that buckled slightly from the impact, shifting midair.